Just one more thing going on my list of stuff I need to get.

I gotta clean out Floody's tank tonight. It's looking kinda bad. I was thinking about taking him up to the local reptile vet and giving him a look over. He's isn't sick or anything. I just want him to get his turtle physical. And I am starting to have my doubts about him being a florida redbelly. I don't think that is what he is.

There are so many things I could talk about but I can't get them together to write them down.

I wonder if the poem "marriage" by Gregory Corso was ever put to music.

Goaty has been well, he likes to peek thru the blinds of my window and bang on the glass at people that walk by and when they look over at my window he jumps down and starts giggling. Then he jumps back up and does it again. Yesterday he was trying to take my air conditioner apart. He was holding one of my many flashlights looking into the vent, muttering about wasps and grunting out empty threats. I bought him "everything is under control" by Robert Anton Wilson. I figure that will satisfy his conspiracy bug that he has as of late.

He also says that he is tired of waiting until fall to fight zombies. He wants to take a trip up north where the temperature is more favorable for the undead.

"Just be patient. They'll be down here soon enough."

He also is in love with this movie I have called "Jin-roh". He wants to start another chapter of the "wolf brigage" called the "goat brigade."

A goat in black swat armor with glowing red eyes and a heavy machine gun would be a scary sight indeed.