This is like my favorite thing now. I'm carrying a kitchen sink through the mass-transit system, wearing a pretty hipter-looking outfit and my big bug sunglasses. People seem to get a good goof off of it, so that's nice.

It's St. Patrick's Day! "No nay never no more." Yeah right. I'm pretty beat after a hell of a couple weeks, but at the same time it feels like I need to push it even further, really cut loose the wild rover. Trying to stay young forever? Well why not? The alternative is just to give up and grow old, and I'm ultimately really not into that.

Ok. Here's the train.