monkeybutt

due to noir's insistence, i'm going to update. since she sent these lovely brownies, i suppose i'll comply. *munch*

i'm slightly out of it today, for reasons i can't fathom. i feel like i didn't sleep too well. i didn't drink much at all last night. the weather here is very strange, slightly off, like me. perhaps my body's barometer is reacting to the rhythms of the wind. i don't know.

i
heard
this
on the radio this morning. the man's name was lawrence ferlinghetti. the line i liked best is

"The poet mixes drinks out of wild liquors
and is perpetually surprised that no one staggers."

i like that. i'm staggering a bit today. i think my synapses are making strange martinis. anybody want a drink?