morning thoughts

Hey, does anyone have a copy of the Playboy from last month or so that had an article on Hunter S. Thompson? Would you be willing to part with it? You can even tear out the centerfold if it's a sticking point. In fact, if it's, um, a sticking point, then I really don't want it.

Dammit. The organist at some baseball game I was watching this weekend was playing the Violent Femmes (?!?), so now I have "Raisin in the Sun" in my head. It could've at least been "Add it Up."

I'm back at work. I should've taken a picture of myself this morning--I hadn't bothered to shave in about ten days, so I had a totally stylin', patchy, 16-year-old redneck beard goin' on. If I hadn't had a haircut recently, I would've looked like the Unabomber's neglected manchild.

Health-food stores always amaze me. How do the hippies afford to eat? You can't get a jar or a box or a bottle of anything in one of those places for less than about $7.50. I mean, I guess they save by not buying soap, but damn.

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"Blister in the Sun," Raisin in the Sun, what's the fuggin' difference?

People on ludes should not type.

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Attn: Yale parents

Graduation was yesterday, so please to be packing up your Biffs and Muffys and sending them off on their grand tours and stopping with the double-parking all over campus thankyou.


Attn: Mother Weather

June approaches. You're going the wrong direction with this sub-50-degree shit. Please reverse.


Let's see, what else? Oh yeah, more weird dreams last night. I dreamed that I was in a Barnes & Noble in a mall, and I was whizzing myself around this rail at the top of a magazine rack. Like, the rack was in this big circle, and at the top was a ring-shaped rail that somehow I was able to grab and slide around on so I could get to the section I wanted. Well, soon enough I got to moving too fast, and the fucker flung me off toward the middle of the store. So I smoothly fwapped against an interior wall and slid down. But I could tell that the impact had offset something critical in the balance of the building. I soon realized that the whole store was suspended from the top of the mall by a single pole hanging from the ceiling, and when I'd hit the wall, it had set the whole thing rocking. Before long, everything was totally flipping out--books flying off the shelves, stuff breaking off the ceiling, etc.--so I began to look for a way out. I ended up getting to the edge of the structure, climbing up on top of it, and jumping over to catch myself on a beam of the main mall building before the store fell several levels and killed everyone in it.

What's up with all this death and destruction in my head at night? And WTF was I doing in a mall?

The damned Calvin & Hobbes RSS feeds keep disappearing. :(