Tards and Turds

Woke up with a song this morning. And so, when I tumbled myself toward that uneasy awakened state, Shadow Stabbing along the way, I sang to myself. As I sat in front of my desk, waiting for Dakota the Computer too, to wake up, the song continued to play and I let myself nod along with it, moving to the beat of the song...

nrmL: Are you ok?

Moi: Yeah, I'm just singing a song in my head.

nrmL: Oh. No offense or anything, but you looked like those mentally challenged people that's been at the center too long that rock themselves to calm themselves down. You know those people who are always mumbling to themselves and nodding? You looked exactly like that when I turned around.

Top of the morning to you, too?

Er, the title lied. There's no turd in the story. Except here's a picture of a guy juggling elephant dung. Honestly, who of us hasn't had the urge to just pick them up and juggle?