Now that it has passed, I can talk about Thursday.

Oh Thursday, you are best remembered by the series of three Jaws quotes that popped into my head over the course of that six hour period, and had I been asked how things were going, I would have said, "We need more men, and we need a bigger boat, and the customers have black eyes, like a doll's eyes."

Yeah, that was Thursday. Now let us never speak of it again.

This would be so much easier...

If I hadn't switched between three different characters over the course of one giant, half page paragraph. Oh well. Once I get things sorted out, it should go pretty well. I hope.

I'll still keep looking up.

I just found out that Jack Horkheimer died. Very sad.

The night sky won't be the same without him.

I hope that isn't a bad sign.

Finishing the conversation, I started to laugh maniacally.

(Oh well, at least no one said anything about a master plan.)

And the Typo of the Week is:

Doe snot

As in, "He doe snot agree with you."

Donald "Red" Grant, meet Sam Quint.

I still can't believe that they're the same guy. Bravo, Robert. Bravo.

The biggest movie of all time

wants a little more money.

(Oh come on, don't tell me that you weren't thinking that too.)

Now all it has to do is survive.

Hurrah for cheap end of season plants sales!

Where else can you get plants for a dollar or less?

That windowsill is going to be a lot cheerier now.

(Oh, and I forgot to wish my geranium a happy third birthday.

For that, I apologize, though I do not regret spending that fifty cents to buy it.)

Someday...

One day I will make it to the World's Longest Yard Sale. It's not because I am a frequent yard saler, but I find it intriguing and just want to go to see what I can see and buy something neat, or many somethings as the case would probably be.

There's only one thing wrong about this...

If the scene continues from his point of view, he's not going to understand a single word and neither are we. Oops.

The events of last night.

Wasn’t there supposed to be a pit in that cherry?

Uh-oh.

I think I swallowed it.

Well, I haven’t choked...yet.

I wonder if it’s safe.

Of course it is.

Otherwise they’d have to sell these things with warnings.

There would have been assemblies at school.

You’d hear cases of death by cherry pit every summer.

There would be public service announcements.

The bags would come with instructions and warnings and dying stick figures.

And there would be no Cherry Blossom Festivals.

I’m sure it’s fine.

Still...

Better look it up, just in case.

But what if it is dangerous?

Do I really want to know?

What if I have to go to the hospital?

Do I have time to get there?

Where is the hospital?

Should I call someone?

Should I tell the neighbors?

Should I call my family?

Is it getting warm in here?

Am I supposed to be feeling light headed?

Have I been poisoned?

Do I only have minutes to live?

Am I going to need my stomach pumped?

Ok, just calm down, kid.

Gotta check to make sure I’m not dying.

Let’s see...

Articles, articles, articles.

Questions, questions, questions.

Gee, there sure are a lot about this.

Glad to know I’m not the only...what?

Cherry pit...death.

What?

Oh.

Cherry pit choking death.

I’m not choking.

I think I swallowed it.

So far so good.

Let’s see.

Ah, question: Is it safe to swallow cherry pits?

Yes...and no.

Mostly yes.

Just don’t make a habit of it.

Ok.

Crisis averted.

Problem solved.

Pulse returning to normal.

Lightheadedness disappearing.

Actually, I don’t feel too bad after all.

Now where’s that bowl?

I think there are still a few left and it would be a shame to waste them.