a strange fascination with the Keebler Elf...
and a cold sore that may very well be the means to my death
and my brown hobbit pants i haven't worn since last summer
and too many things to get done by 2pm
and if this friday night is like the last 3 or 4 friday nights , watching movies from my childhood and cutting up magazines titled "Perrenials" or "Gardening Life", i might cry or at least whimper.
the end.