tom thimble, erm, thumb

Seinfeld is on, but it's too hyper for me tonight. I overate. Rats. Thought I had my binge eating under control. With the power of cashews. So I'm fading out quickly. No reading a delicious book or catching up on my emails. Just sacked out in a dark, cool room. I run a fan all night. I can think about my weekend plans. Always some kind of work.

I lost a blog here other day. Entitled, Pens Ance. My tawdry thoughts on pens. But, alas and alak, it was lost to the ether of time.

Speaking of time, the powers that be decided to retire the trusty thimble piece in monopoly. Probably, nowadays, folks don't sew much. I don't sew stuff, but I can mend and hem, and sometimes you need a thimble. They might bring it into our modern, Technicolor world by putting some color on it. Might I suggest pink?

Time for this one to go to bed. Munsters is on, but I must go. Enjoy your evening!