I know too much about what happened yesterday, and yet, it's all good.

I got my spices and my rices to keep me company, along with my Seinfeld season 1 DVD. It never goes bad, not in a million years.

I woner when they'll find out? The little ones, I mean. They watch from a distance and pretend not to know, but I have a feeling they're planning something big. Unlike the Romans who let the rebel groups get too large, I'm not going to wait that long. I'll throw more money into the defense budget, allow for more experimental weapon research, and I'll hit up the cabana on 53rd and 22nd.

Life, it seems, never felt so good.