Bruce Lee

no really, it'll be funny.

Bruce is the name of the shark in Jaws, right. And he had like four barrels in him but he still wouldn't stay up. I have like a small pharmacy of meds, and I still won't stay down. Hee. Bruce. Lee. Maybe he can hit me over the head with one of the drums. That might work.

Pushing Daisies

/very freaking bizarre sho to be wqtching when the drugs kick in. As they do. a little less than 4 hours sleep last night for whatever god forsaken reason. Oh, difficulty swallwing, that's right. Anyway I was pretty good all day, to the point where I worried about falling asleep tonight, so I took a somewhat sleepifying mixture.

something about pies. The show that is. I think I like it from teh bits that make their bitty way through. Very classy but not in a remingtong steele way. Bronson notPinochet (who was not also the dictator pinochet. Or pinocchio for tha matter. ) I have the world's fucking funnies joke, in case anyone every wants to hear it. Just so you know. And it's even clean! Sacreligious to the highly religious but the're usually devoid of humor (unless death and torture are funny to you), sothey go away.

I had a thought, but I don't know where it went. "Those must have been some emotional monkeys." Heee. Line from the show just now. Maaaaaan, I really hope that they repeat this.

Mao betrayed me. Betray, betray, betray. I trusted him to not make me chase him all over the yard when I let him out to eat grass while I feed the kitties. He ran. And ran and ran and ran. Through gardens. Under thick pine trees. Into the neighbors' yard and up onto their porch where. . .he froze. I think he sniffed their two very big golden retrievers. I was able ot grab him and scold him all of the way home. But first a visit to the paddock and the big scary alpacas who would put the fear of Zog in him and he would no longer stray except he took one look at noble, straw-covered Hannibal and . . . started purring. I think he wanted to eat the straw off his back. Kingy kitty. So instead of punishment and a lesson learned he gets his kinky rocks off. My life sucks.

Bed. Bed. I said that already. Bed. 'tis a good word. so is autodidact. Which for some reason brings an image of a duck driving a big honking car. My brain scares me.

Good night.