The Fourth of July
Most of the time it comes after the third. This one wedged itself right in the middle of the week. Let's stuff ourselves with processed meat and blow things up. Lewis Black once said: Most of the time we don't know what we eat, unless it's a Hot Dog, in which case we know it's pig's snouts and anuses.
I can't remember when it started. I'm inclined to believe it was May 2nd, with the end of the spring drought of 2012. When will it end? And what exactly? Not sure. Not important. Maybe it did already and I didn't notice. I mean, I feel good. Not great but still.
I used to be a poet. I liked it.