I am so stylin'

in my fly headset.

According to the interweb,

it is 98 degrees outside.

Okay, you know me and spam,

but I have to admit,

"Lobster Gram"

is kinda funny.

Whence comes this

pathological resistance

to throwing away

twisty-ties?

Nothing can get me down.

Will post pictures soon.

Mountains, trees, beach, waterfall,

Disco Inferno.

More to come...

I think I am going to take

a little blog vacation.

I need less noise

right now.

Maybe a week...

moonlight

fire

drumming

ukelele, harp, and concertina

at home in my own skin

I'd rather be here.

Sage advice:

Before you quit your job,

eat breakfast.

Coffee helps, too.

I used to build

Lincoln Log towers

just to knock them down.

I think

I have not outgrown this.

Off-site = Over-heated.

Erg.

No band-aid.

No mole.

A stranger stares back

from the monitor mirror.

She smells like fabric softner

when she walks past my cube,

and it is comforting.

Sweet.

Merciful.

Heaven.

We're.

Done.

Overheard:

"We're alpha.

We're not numeric."

Arooooo!

Nervous:

Forget to unplug,

and watch every bolt,

from 15 minutes away,

strike your apartment,

specifically.

*beam*

(Dental cleaning,

don'cha know.)

Fact:

I am married

to the best man in the world.

Well, except Dad,

of course.

If you give a Sherbie a cupcake...

she'll get crumbs

in her keyboard.