I’m crying, I’m crying. Seriously, my head still hurts from the grocery/walrus incident. This is not a good day to have a hair appointment. Somehow, I don’t think this was what John and Paul had in mind when they wrote the song. And I do think that if I were the eggman, I would totally be screwed after Sunday’s smack upside the head. Why do I even own this absurd object? Goo goo g’joob.