I don't know the answer to that question

I have this toy called Questone (pronounced Ques-CHON + lots of attitude just 'cuz). He is purple and also great. I got him in a basket one Easter, and he has been giving me very snooty answers ever since. He's a Magic-8-Ball type of guy who answers yes or no questions (after a dramatic musical intro) as a very haughty oracle. He's also far more portable than a Magic 8 Ball, and has a lot of personality. Once he even co-hosted my TV show.

Anyway, now he is in the kitchen drawer that I use as a desk drawer (as the joint of my kitchen peninsula houses my computer) and once in a while when I close it too hard, he says something smart. One day he won't say anything anymore, I'd imagine. And I can't replace him. It is very sad. There is no point to this story. Or is there?

Today I went to the bank and the post office, and neither went well. Ugh. Yesterday I went to the movies and shopping, and that was much better, except I thought I broke my toe. But I didn't, so stop worrying.

I need a nap.