April 1st, 2002. - 10:26 p.m.

Humour, and platonic sex.

With modern technology, we should be able to capture humour, distil it to its core, freeze dry it, crush it into a fine powder and incorporate it into some style of cream, similar to �vicks vapour rub�. Humour can then be sold on shelves of a local drug store, and whenever one feels less then semi-jovial, one simply pops off the lid of a container of this hypoallergenic wonder cream, applies it under the nostrils, inhales deeply, et voila, an instant fit of giggles. (Not recommended for use at funerals, in front of serious people with fire arms, or in front of mien vater.)

(Queue the cheesy music.) On sale now at your local drug store. Humour Vapour Cream. Available in Regular (New and Improved), Light (Now 50% Lighter), Dark, Silly, and Albatross (No, it is does not come with wafers).

Well. Yeah. So. Ahem. (Shuffles feet.)

(�Ow! Ahhhh! My arm!�, says A., in a big show of melodrama.)

Right. �I have to do this, or the terrorists win. This is for the children.�

Strange dreams as of the last two days. Involving platonic sex with people I have never met. Yes, I said platonic sex. R. is present, but is either sleeping, or moving around in the next room. No rhyme or reason. Just, strange.

N.

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