A goat with a tin can

So, word around the internets is that our little Bridget’s gonna find herself a goat with a tin can (who goes by the name of Arthur) in Central Park. He’ll be there hanging out at some statue – Eagles & Prey? – at 10:00 am. Tomorrow.

I don’t have the slightest idea what this means, but it’s gotta be big, right?

Right?!

Which is pretty much all the news these days. It must be something pretty huge. Especially now that things are so bad. People think the drummer’s up to something since what with the way he’s banging away. I dunno. I kinda think he does it to drown out the noise. That’s what I’d be doing if I were him. Bang. Bang. Bang. Ha. Ha. Ha. Can’t hear you!

Anyway.

I’m getting pretty excited about tomorrow. Kinda crazy seeing as I don’t know what in the heck is going to go down. All I know is that I’ll be here if she needs me. Then again, it’s not like I got much of a choice what with the way I’m feeling and all. Me and the couch… like this. (though I’d totally cheat on her if I could get my hands on my folk’s lazyboy! seriously! she’s a fine piece of upholstery. just don’t tell the couch ;))