Oh so much better today. And I didn't even break the diet. Mostly because the idea of eating anything put me off. Sleep is a magic cure. Should've known something was coming when I couldn't sleep. It's stupifying that I know all these signs of things and still don't recognize them when they're happening, only after the result lands. Then it's "Oh, of course!" How old do you have to be before that catches up? Does it ever? Is it some kinda body defense, like not recalling terrible pain?
It's 98 days to Greg's concert! And halfway through January! Wasn't it just Christmas about a week ago?
I've been neglecting the news, so here are some choice cuts:
But we're not, Blanche, we're not
I guess they can go around saying they poop gold after this. But I bet it still stinks:
Tell me a story!
This is just awful:
The Pope ousts Occupiers
Blackout Wednesday is gathering steam
Stephen Colbert's not running, but an ad is that's causing an uproar:
Feed your head:
Okay, I'm going back to bed.
The Door Is Ajar.
6 days ago