Where is your brain? Seriously, where is your brain?? Well, I know where it isn't... this isn't even close to yesterday's correct date! Not even in the same decade!
How exactly am I supposed to go around, making fun of other people's intense and mystifying stupidity, when I can't even write down the correct day at the top of my page? Let alone the correct YEAR!
The sadder truth is that there was actual thought-process here. Upon taking pen to paper I recall saying to myself, "let's see, it's St. Patrick's day..." and what you see above is the outcome of what happens when I try to engage the space where my brain once resided.
2007? Did I really think it was 2007? While that would certainly explain the cuffs on my pants, I seriously have nothing left but to wonder and bemoan aloud, "oh woe is me, what has become of my feeble, feeble brain"...