I'm partially in Vicky's debt for her finding me a love song from the point of view of an evil genius on a mountain. When I find my special victim someone that will be my story.

( Thursday evening at the Goodwill. )

And, on other notes, I'm still out-of-it, and today was particularly bad. I've noticed myself using an unusually soft tone of voice and being unnecessarily vague to common questions. Mom thinks it's a lack of sleep. Whatever is she talking about.

Note to self: the #3 meal at McDonald's is a double Quarter Pounder, not the single.