Yesterday my catch phrase was:
Please don't call the cops on me.
And yesterday the word of the day was:
Boundaries.
I tried having that as the word of the day awhile ago, but I guess that I am dense and it didn't stick.
And one other thing I figured out.
I don't get Bob Dylan yet.
My ears just must not be tuned to hear it...
On a more entertaining note,
The bathroom at the Philosopher's Club was quite fun. The stall door was quite short made out of plywood painted brown. I pretended that I was a cowboy in an old Western movie walking into a saloon to shoot the guy who stole my horse.
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