It just came to me that this is the first Friday in an age where I don't have to worry about poxy Big Brother.
The show that glorified the mundane and made celebrities of its imbecilic charges has passed for another year. Sing it!
Onwards to Brain Day, the two-year anniversary of my brush with the scalpel. I know it seems a creepy premise for a party to some, but I am the 'man don't give a fuck.' Worth celebrating, the surgeons restoreth my brain, and tonight I taketh away.
Let it roll on...