Today I am nothing at all because it is a Sunday. On Sundays I cease to exist and every Sunday is a diary entry going lorem ipsum and so on till it is just a test, a text that is a test of the text that is to follow, this is how seven days usually go by. Alternatively, if you follow my timekeeping tactic that is best called the Snow White theory, some days I am Happy and some days I am Grumpy and some days I am Sleepy, but in all permutations and combinations, it doesn't do to follow a set schedule ever. On Sundays I usually am lorem ipsum plus Doc. The glasses go on and I grow a beard and sit and read all day, and eat, of course I eat.

This is ridiculous.