I’m happier today then I was yesterday.
Tomorrow I’m hoping to be so busy I won’t have time to dwell on the Funk that I’m stuck in. I shall be headed out to Hopkinton Fair to sling sausages and count cash. If I do it well, maybe my sense of accomplishment will kick the Funk right out of me.
In lieu of any real content, I give you this: My Funky Chicken.
