Good morning all. For certain values of good. I think I scratched my eyeball this weekend, and then in the first client meeting Tuesday morning, I scratched it worse. Yesterday, I really couldn’t open it or look at a screen or go out in daylight. And I had to be part of a fake meeting for a marketing promo video being shot jointly by our company and client. Nothing makes me feel sexier than having a a red, swollen eye. I assume any shots featuring me will feature the back of my head.

Let’s see, what else happened? Apparently strange times were afoot at Minute Maid. No more to say. I really couldn’t watch.

I assume this is the face one makes when wondering how his life got to the point where these morons are lecturing him about morality.

Oh, Florida Man. That’s just unsanitary.

Brutal. Trump’s web team is strong.