A Title Just For Craig

I was going to write, "It's 5 a.m. and I'm eating a fudgsicle" and then include some kind of vague, important, lyrical line about the summertime.

I was going to, but the last number I read on the clock was 4:54.

And the next one I read was 7:18.

So no fudgsicles at 5 a.m. while watching The Practice. But! It's still summertime.