Home may be great, but the Junk Mail Association of America sucks a weenie. My dining room table is a complete and utter shambles of useless offers, junk mail, catalogs. The only reason I don't chuck it all away is that there may be a couple of real bills or other pieces of mail tossed in there.

At least I have a dining room table, chairs, couch and desk again. And I'm really clean now. Hair squeaky and everything. Car starts.

But I better get to bed before I pass out. I'm waking up and it's just the farmhands and the traveling salesman dude standing there....