I ...

... read something just now about a Zen rock garden. And I just thought about how awesome it was that those monks get to rock out in their gardens. Idly wondering about what type of music they'd play and stuff. And then the actual meaning of the phrase hit me and I felt foolish. And a little sad. No yellow-robed headbangers.

Saaaad.

It's the 14th. Happy 14th, Suusje. It has something to do with love. Well, I still do.