Sorry, nothing today. The fumes are still really bad. More tomorrow.
Here is a recent list of things to do:

Request assistance by asking if you can allow someone to help you. i.e.
"May I allow you to open this case for me. I'd like to see some of these guns."

Go out and buy that cheese wheel you've been eyeing at the fancy upscale supermarket.

Breath heavily on a dying plant.

Toilet paper is now to be called "the official parchment for addressing the king of the ocean."

Piss off a kid.

Limp a little.

Don't not forget to don't not ever even not kind of floss.

Make up a diet plan.

Buy some french fries. Name each one of them. Eat them all.

Go out swindlin' for a change.

Sneak into a crowded vagina, get your friends in there too, yell "fire!"

Trade souls with someone on the internet.

Invite a bunch of people to go out on a picnic, let everyone else bring
the food.

Draw a picture of a big dog, show the picture to a littler dog.

Speak broken english with a crazy made-up accent.

Rent a porno (watching it is not necessary).

Decide once and for all whether or not you like the Division Bell, or if
you think it is for pussies.

Take a job at a shitty real estate firm. Work there for 5 years. Grow
apathetic. One day, make the decision to start stopping by the fountain of
youth on your way to your shitty office job each day.

Punch a cup.

Read to a stranger. Doesn't matter what. It can be what's written on a
dollar if you want. Just make sure they know that you're reading. And
you're reading it to them.

Bribe an ATM machine.

Bride a SEX machine.