If you haven’t seen this before, someone at the Multnomah County sheriff’s office said “Hey, I think I saw this meth-head a while ago. I wonder what his previous mug shot looked like.”
There’s an easy conclusion to take from it: don’t take meth. And if you do take it, try to wash your face once in a while to avoid ulcers.
About 10 miles south of West Lebanon (yes, the absolute middle of nowhere) there was an airplane towing a banner that said “Illegals are criminals. Send them back!”
Around here, was the guy worried about illegal Canadians?
We gotta do something.
…why I’ve been so confused about the date today.
Normally, I’m a little off regarding dates and/or day of the week, but today has been really disorienting for me. This afternoon I figured out why.
April, as I should have remembered from the the old rhyme, has only 30 days, but I assumed that a calendar from my alma mater would get the right number of days for April, or at least be consistent with their mistake by not having today count for double as the first day of May as well.
At least this way, the rest of the year isn’t off because of one goofy mistake in April (and, no, I don’t think it was intended as a much-belated April Fools gag), but I’ve been feeling more silly than usual all day on account of it. Fortunately, I reckon I’ll survive. 
I finally got a new place. I’ll be moving pretty much over the next few days. It’s part of a farmhouse in South Strafford, VT, that I’ll be sharing with an older woman, who rents the place from the landlord, who lives in the other (larger) part of the farmhouse. Lots of room for Mira to run, and even a little stream to play in. Though I haven’t looked into the stream yet to see if there’s much water in it. Best of all, it’s only $325 a month, so if I never find a job for the summer, I can still stick around until my health insurance runs out.
