Self-inking a new tally mark on my chest with a shivved-up pen, penance for once more not speaking up when someone meant "fewer", not "less"

Spending my Christmas Hope on manifesting a new branded product - Baking Bad cookies from Pillsbury, emblazoned with a burnt pink teddy bear and covered in blue sugar crystals.

It's wild how many Monk episodes are some variation on "this triple homicide was a smokescreen so that no one noticed the rubies hidden in the tennis racket."