09.28.04

I'm all flustered because tonight is the first night of my (I hope) very last math class that I'll ever have to take and I don't know where it is, exactly (PCC built a new building and that's where the class is), and I'm feeling a bit frazzled and sore because Sunday night's excesses are starting to surface on my body like a deep-tissue bruise and I'm going mad, mad, mad, I tell you.

*phew* Figured a spew was the only way to get it out. I hope you didn't get splashed. Of course, I had to read Hiss&Tell's fabulous entry before going one step further. Go. Read it now. I'll wait.

See? Wonderful.

A sunny day in Stumptown, though I suspect that the drivers are even more imcompetent than usual. I don't know if it's because so many area colleges started classes today or what. If it degenerates much further, I am going to spend some serious time and money on developing a disintigrator ray. It'd be lovely, just **zap** and the blop of human cholesterol clogging the artery of transportation disappears. Wouldn't that be grand?

Pish-tosh! I don't want to hear anything about ethics or morality. It's a long-standing, deep-rooted fantasy that harms none, and makes me smile. Making me smile whilst negotiating the cholesterol-laden highways and by-ways of the greater Stumptown area cuts down on the mayhem rate...and that's a lovely thing.

I'm off to run around the house with Kali-cat and do other placating and appeasing rituals. Wish me luck.

*laugh*

Oh, as part of an inspiration by Treluv, I'm going to try to write a poem a day. For me to get better means that I gots to write the dang things. When I succeed, I'll put a link here. Aren't I conscientious? By making a link, you aren't forced to deal with poetry (or something resembling it) if you don't want to.

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