Seven shows down, seven to go. The sun is still shining, Family Guy is playing in the background, as amazing as ever, someone is playing football, others are doing the noon walk thing, getting to know the city. Me? I'm stuck here, crunching the numbers from my tax report of last year. Pretty sweet!  So far everything has been smooth sailing over calm seas. Shows have all been great, in every aspect. Lovin the sound of the 77's. I may or may not have a bacterial inflammation on the right side of my oral cavity. We'll see. Worst comes to worst, I'll amputate! Only sing half of my lyrics. Only the consonants. It'll be a phonetical nightmare. But a real hoot to watch! Thoughts are running through me at 1000 miles per second right now. I guess the food is kicking in. I should be writing about stuff that matters. Important shit. None of this random gibberish. But I can't stop. I'm a faucet of mental under-stimulation you just can't seem to shut off. I keep pouring, no matter what. There are books to be read, papers to be written, songs to be played, people to be talked to, food to be eaten. None of that matters right now. There's a cloudless sky out there awaiting my return. Love to be made, laughs to be had. That is why I leave you now, with my new favorite two-liner. Thank you for listening!

Why did the Skeleton go to the movies by himself?

He had no body to go with him.