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for some ungodly reason, this song had to be already in progress in my head before i awoke. i haven't listened to any B52s in years, either. and there's not anything particularly monstrous about the inhabitant of my trousers... considering how it's been neglected for what seems like eons. guys, marry someone younger than yourself... menopause claims more than one victim per household. in fact, that's about all than needs to be said about that. All of my warm-temperature-induced euphoria has plummeted into the abyss with the drop in the mercury. Stepping outside to the BusStopToNowhere for a few drags, bundled in fleece/jacket/scarf, the wind cut through my jeans and made my gonads tinkle like the bells on a cat's collar (one track frickin' mind, today). NOT inspirational, in other words. Forecasts are predicting snow as a prelude to the weekend... also counterproductive, in the worst way. i tell myself that I Will Not Hibernate. to be repeated until convinced. Yoko, at last glimpse, was surrounded by her AbundantHelloKitty stuff, and more of her omnipresent vampire novels... socked in for the long haul. Like eternity. I've never seen anyone more fascinated with beings of conditional immortality, to the tune of two books in one week. Not for me to judge since my distractions are many, but i have no wish to be immortal: if i haven't done what i'm meant to do in the time i get... well, game over. nice try. i'd hate to think i've spent my life trying to Do The Right Thing (as boring and doubt-ridden as it is), only to trade it for eternal damnation. OK... there is disturbance afoot in the near future, to shake up all of this inwardness. three shows that need to be prioritized for their importance... cant do 'em all. not on work nights. ...plus, SlickWillie mentioned an upcoming two-week trip to JA he's planning... and asked me if i'd consider escorting his wife down for the last week. no mention of Yoko... though i don't think my conscience would let me not ask her about her thoughts on the subject. that wouldn't be a Right Thing, now would it? anyway, if i were an asshole, i'd be gone, already. that monster, more likely, is in my skullbucket. |
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