#43

Today was unremarkable. Yesterday, too, except I played Settlers of Catan and made tons of jokes. I was relaxed. I joke the most when I'm relaxed. When things are tense, I'm more liable to grit out simple sentences. Anyway, yesterday I hung out with a couple of friends, which is something I don't do very often. I also met drug dealers so efficient and professional they made regular business people look like benumbed jackasses awkwardly knocking over a fence in a confused parody of casually leaning against it.

It is a beautiful evening. The clouds have been first a mellow and then a blazing liquid firegold. Now they are graying, slim rows of elegant little puffs going to ash, with deep pink and bloody dusty russet embers moaning near the horizon, above the last band of gold. The overhead sky is that pale blue that wants to be silver that wants to be young mouse fur.

A migraine woke me up at two in the morning last night. It tortured, nauseated, and plagued me with cold sweats and hot flashes until at three in the morning, I vomited. Then I slept, sort of, brokenly, until five, when I got up for my shift at work. I had quite a good shift. Plenty to do, and I felt perfectly fine to do it. Walked the usual five miles there and five miles back.

Oh! Also, yesterday there was a thunderstorm with lightning and hail! Super keen.

Did you know that I have books available on the Amazon website for their Kindle device? It is eminently so. Simply click the link, and choose between stories made of prose and poems made of poesy. Go on! I know the word poesy, and let myself use it! Does this not tantalize you?


--JL