The way things have been going this past week or so, I wouldn't be shocked at all if any second now Paul Thomas Anderson started dropping frogs on my head. But until that happens and the credits finally roll, all you can really do is try to handle your responsibilities while doing your best to keep the chuds in the sewers.

In the end it will probably make for a funny story, but right now -- here in the plotline, sometimes the best you can hope for is the occasional grin taken from your distractions.

It ain't exactly Frank T.J. Mackey, but the name does seem familiar.
Either way, it makes me laugh.
..Hope your day's been good.