Holy Crap, It's Tuesday!?

I have no idea where the last week went. I think I might have slept some and there's a vague impression of having possibly eaten. Other than that I couldn't tell you. All I know is that it's Tuesday, my brother still doesn't have a place to live, I can legally ride Gregorious now, almost everyone surrounding The House seems to be suffering from extreme malais, the Oilers did something that rhymes with ploke (just like that other team, which rhymes with nincomplames), Murphy now knows that puppies are friends not food, and I desperately need to get to the mountains.