Most of the day spent writing "BC" on things, marking them as Burgmann property, resisting the impulse to start writing things like "Help! Help!" and "This pillow protector is the plaything of Satan".

I did this amidst piles of linen so tall they loomed. If they made a movie called "Dark Laundromat", it would look like that. And probably be directed by David Lynch, or maybe Terry Gilliam.

I blame the fumes from the permanent marker for all this. But ask yourself: How have I made the lives of others more random today?