GET ME A DANISH.

Here I sit, awaiting none other than an escape from this wonderful nation where I can sit for hours on end, listening eagerly to an illiterate Texas oil man who may or may not have served his time in the Texas Air National Guard.
So, instead, I had a sandwich.
Speaking of Jesus...
To end the week with an immaculate yet tiny excursion is probably just what Michael Palin ordered. Not only am I exhausted beyond normal human repair, but the calling of a giant Disney massage is becoming very, very appealing.
Off to bed I trample, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream.