with feeling, a little bit sexy

mom told me about this and it's even better than how she esplained it: "ma'am, trying to have a conversation with you would be like trying to have a conversation with a dining room table."

between tuesday and wednesday i hit three major cities and traveled vertically and horizontally across the country. and slept normally at the end of all of it after a 2yr old kicked the back of my seat for six hours. note to breeders: no one cares or thinks you're special because you've spawned. in fact, wish you hadn't. thanks, tho, for your blind self righteousness - i was beginning to miss bush.

warren ellis has warned you, but you don't care. "And then you will be eaten by dogs."

Obama's Trust Problem by Krugman
Has Obama lost the trust of progressives, as Krugman says?
le sigh.

weird dreams lately. and for a while now.
no longer waking up with mysterious and insanely itchy and hard, swollen bites anymore though, now that i'm no longer upstate. i'm going to guess there was a territorial, bitchy little spider that had moved into my pillowcase for a bit and i deserved being bitten for my blatant disregard of his 'no trespassing signs' (and multiple warning bites the first night) by putting my arm under my pillow.
yes, i should have known bettar.

i'm going to pound the hell out of the pillow when i get back to it.

i'm ecstatic that i now have a new storage space and, more importantly, i now have control over it, which is something i've been needing for quite a while now. cheapest and best rent evar.

i think i hope for a nice early death before i get too old and curmudgeonly and repetitive.

oh yes. i need to read h.p. lovecraft and i need to know where to begin with his work.
currently consuming Magic and Showmanship: A Handbook for Conjurers.