Everyone seems very... troubled. And Larry doesn't have feet for some reason??

...Well, regardless of his foot-ownership status, I don't see why he has to take such a /defeatist/ attitude about it.

DEFEATIST attitude.

DE-FEETist.

Please appreciate my puns.

Dahlia Hawthorne, I don't know what manner of inappropriateness you're trying to pull, but I don't appreciate it... whatever it is.

I shan't be used as a punching bag for the younger generations and their memery.

Why are the hearts on the 'Like' button... two of them.

Now I have refreshed the page and everything is different. The words are different fonts and everything is round. Help.

Oh, right. It was 'Father's Day'. Or would that be 'Fathers' Day'?

In any case I missed it entirely.

How are my digital acquaintances doing?

I am exhausted and my hair smells of lemons.

There is an extremely pesky fly gallivanting around in my room. MY room. Note the fact that it's MINE, not the fly's.

It should take a cue from spiders! Spiders are courteous. They build their own little homes, and don't fly around in my face all day.

Alas, insects cannot comprehend human property laws. One day, however. One day.

I meant to say 'its own', not 'its one'. Goodness, what a silly error. I fear I'm distracted by this INFURIATING FLY.

Hello, Internet. I feel exhausted. But that isn't anything new.