I know this may be radical to say, but it does not feel like a Saturday.
I must venture out soon if I'm to find milk with which to make the Corn Bread.
And then there's the matter of the Powerbook, just sitting in its box like so much fish, whispering, "BK, BK, I'm just sitting here like so much fish, come open me and play, BK". I shall try to have strength, dear readers, oh, yes, I shall try to have strength.