Attention: Would Someone Get That Defecit In Order?

Today I stuck two jellybeans in my nose. At the time I thought it rather hilarious. And rightly so. Then, later on, it wasn't as funny anymore when one jellybean became irreversibly lodged within my nasal cavity. To make a long story short, mad-cap hi-jinks ensued and I ended up nearly passing out. Then I ate the jellybeans.

Later on in the day I remembered I have a midterm tomorrow. Actually, that 'later on' I was talking about is right now. And I guess I didn't so much 'remember' it as I have been thinking about it for a good portion of the day. However, I think I will find out tomorrow that thinking about the fact that you have a midterm and actually studying for a midterm are two drastically different things. It's ok though, don't cry for me, Argentina, it's only English. Seriously, it's like grade 9 all over.
Find the error:

When the, you'll likely want sixty-four.
I'm not even kidding. I took that sentence right out of a text.

Is it ok to lie on your blog? And I'm sure all of you wit-heads are thinking, "Uhh, gee, Daytona, why would you want to? It's not going to provide any type of comfort at all. If you are going to lie on something, choose a couch, or a chesterfield, heck, I'll even be bold and suggest a futon." And that's not what I mean. I mean is it ok to replace the truth with something that isn't true? I guess the most obvious answer is: Who cares? But what if you have a conscience, rotten little thing that it is, that won't even let you lie in a situation of total anonymity? Oh well. Probably no one on the internet has a conscience.

Now we come to everyone's favorite segment of the show: Letters to the Blogditor! That is an ugly word. It's ugliness is only enhanced when it is said in a juxtapositional reference to the Blogditor of this Blog. If you know what I mean.
Anyway, on to the meat and potatoes of this segment. Let me just rummage around in the male-sac, er, mail-bag, sorry. Let's see. Here's one. It's addressed to me, I will read it: "Account Balance, February 7, 2004." Heyyyy, this fanmail sounds a lot like suckmail. Here's a more-different one: "Dear Daytona, how many children do you have? Sincerely, Yoursogood Looking." Hmm, tough one, Yoursogood. None.

This has been "My Mom Lost My Ritalin" with your host, Daytona Looking. Or Yoursogood Splendor. Or something-mmhugh...

8ios. [A-Dee-Ose]