Last night I went to bed early, but my knee boo-boo from the bike crash itched so so bad and I couldn’t sleep. Now there is a big black fly that keeps landing on my head as I try and go about my business. I will not do anything else until that mini-beelzebub, which is to blame for all life’s problems, has it’s exoskeleton shattered by my metacarpals.

I hope he told his maggots he loved them before he left the house last night, because he’s never going to see McFly Jr., ever again. The hunt…

Is on.