And maybe I should stop making up such ridiculous stories to Junior Grant, because he believes a lot of stuff I say. For example:
- I'm blind in one eye
- My parents were killed by Nazis
- I was once attacked by a squirrel in my childhood
Obviously, none of that's true, which I had to explain to him. I just couldn't go leading him on, it would just be a cruel trick of nature. And this is also why I know why he is an honest man and I know right now he is investigating a hut in a forest in Millville made of mud and twigs, most likely made by a homeless man. Because he said that there were clothes hanging outside and everything.
Scat Tractor was resurrected as well today, and it made me happy. I was just in French, and all of a sudden Scat Tractor popped out of nowhere and was all, "Hey, remember me? Rooba dooba rooba dooba!" And I did the excited face rub.
So right now, I'm just chillin' here in bed with my laptop as I normally am, but I'm listening to Simon & Garfunkel. I don't know what it is about them, but I just love their music right now. Some songs are depressing, like the Sound of Silence, but Hazy Shade of Winter is really catchy. So is Cecilia and I Am A Rock. And now I have an urge to watch Flight of the Conchords....
NAKED HELICOPTER OPERATED BY BABIES! Insta-day-maker, to say the least. My mission surely has been accomplished. Thank you so much, Scott.
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