Lacking Only a Mustache on Fire

Today turned from the unreal to the surreal. From the completely make-believe to a phantasmagorical land of melting clocks, all with the correct time. I am tired, missing sleep, and have no appetite. I will make it through. Strains of the song "I Will Survive" will be playing until that last gasp of breath where I say... "Well, crap, I was wrong."