On Monday, we endorsed banning or burning books. For doing something weird to our face, we received a medal. Then we read a work of short fiction, like adults.

On Tuesday, nothing else mattered except Misandrist Lullabies:

Hickory, dickory, dock
You know what this rhymes with
And what we’ll do to it.
And you won’t like it.

But then we rallied in order to learn how to tell if you are in a Murakami novel.

Wednesday, we went hiking. Then we divulged some super classy recipes. Then we eviscerated another man. Ideally, his ghost will not haunt us.

On Thursday, we learned about birds, but probably would not watch documentaries about them on Netflix.