tell me the punchline. apathy reeks of unwashed socks. i complete my day by proxy whilst my thought go wassailing into calico dreams of hot chocolate campfires and blanketed readings of childhood classics. i wish i were Jack the Giant-Killer. Then I would have an invisible cloak, shoes of speed, an enchanted sword and the hand of the fairest maiden in the realm. plus i would kill giants. and ogres. stuff like that. i think i’ll go to practice now…