My Own Pleasure Zone

I got woken at eight this morning. The woman who taught the grooming class needed help because her employee was sick and couldn't work today. I got up and went to work. I bathed and dryed a Golden Retreiver and a Chow Chow. My wrist, feet and back all hurt. But I have money! yay! And drying big hairy dogs is very good for daydreaming and selftalking. While a part of my brain insisted on singing (She's a perfect angel, you're a skanky skanky whore), an other was thinking about very important things.

1- Do Wraiths bathe?
2- Clark can't visit Atlantis, because it's probably too far from the sun and he'd lose his powers and die in space and Lex would be pissed. I'm sure a lot of people would be glad to see him, though. And hey! Maybe he could defeat the Wraiths...or infiltrate their ship and see if they bathe.
3- Why is everyone talking a bout a whale?!?

I do have the answer to that third question, now. Apparently, a whale got hit by a boat near Montreal, and no cities near Montreal wanted ithad place for it, so they put the whale on a truck and moved her to the town next to mine, where she's (because it's she), is going to be buried under a lot of dirt and garbage. o.O