the bomb of gnarly confetti

hey wow, it's summer. and i have had a week of pure relaxation, culminating in a crescendo of enjoyment!
i have slept in late, drawn, listened to music, washed dishes, thrown shit out, cleaned my dining room table off, repositioned my computer for more effective usage, pet my cat, sat on my back porch smoking, lifted weights (yeah really!), made new friends, rehearsed a play, drank margaritas with a friend, cried, laughed... jeez, it's all been lovely.
and as the crescendo, this morning i woke up at 5:45, having had a night of creatively-charged dreams. all this positive creative energy enthusing through my dreams all night. i mean it's not stopping! it's flowing! it's going!
i even found myself down on the floor studying a bug with my cat. this was at 5:53 this morning. we looked intently at this bug. and it put me on a level to see the bottom shelf of my bookshelf, upon which was sitting a heartbreaking work of staggering genius, and i'm reading that now.
reading it reminded me of the existence of mcsweeney's, upon which i found this pretty funny list.
ps. i can't take credit for "culminating in a crescendo of enjoyment;" that's from the tracey ullman show, circa 1993.