I've felt under the weather all day. And the weather is rain. Not actual rain for once, but metaphorical rain. A rain of blah. A rain not of cats and dogs but of lint and...um. Lint and paperclips. I don't know. Don't ask me to do things with my brain right now. This is one of those posts made just to post so that I can say "blah." Blah.

I am eating peanut butter off my finger. If someone came over for a sandwich I'd have to say, "Sorry, but I've scooped my finger in that jar, like, twenty times. How about some toast with jelly?" And then they'd leave and go eat someone else's peanut butter. Blah.

I'm going to try to watch Lost tonight.

About sixty percent of my brain is going zzzzzzzzzz right now. Thirty percent is effortfully cohering thoughts and translating them through my fingers to write this. Ten percent is off somewhere in a corner thinking about sex.

Thinking monkeys. It's a funny idea.