Monday - Another Instrument For Death

Today on the drive into work, I was sitting at the red light watching the Ferris Wheel turn and thinking that sometimes it seems to turn too fast and the rest of the time it turns too slow, but it never seems to turn at just the right comfortable speed. At least never for me.

The Carney has pretty much finished regrowing his mustache, much to my relief. I didn't like how he looked without it. There are plenty of men who look ridiculous when they try to grow facial hair, but he's one of those who looks strange without any.

( A new instrument for the Angel of Death )