Faaaaaark.

I think its a general malaise, a mecury retro thing. My brain is fuzzy, and I cant organize a coherent process long enuff to finish all the emails I need to answer, let alone write.

As gg so eloquently put it...

my mind feels like scrambled porn trying to piece together a coherent picture.  the house is built, but the occupant is in a coma. the highway is expanded, but the driver is lost.  the runway is dazzling, but the supermodel has tripped.

Gizactly.

Heheh. :-)

So. I promise I will answer my mails. Yes. Really.

Now, where did I put that pen.

What? EMAILS... oh right, I wont need a pen... he he he.

I knew that.
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Sticky, muggy weather is here.

And me, Mr Long Hot Showers... is waiting around for the plumber to come replace this &%*$^(^ water heater.

*Exhale*.

The silver lining, apparently, is that I will have all new appliances when all this is done.

Im lucky, sez the super.

Yeah? Come smell my arm....
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