Whine 1

The last few days I had wanted to write so much.  The days go by so fast that they just all seem to blend together like raindrops and then you end up with one big pool of water.  You can't tell one drop from the rest, then Alzheimer sets in and you end up drinking your own pee.  It's nothing important [what I had wanted to write], I just didn't want to forget.  I spend most of the day complaining that the sun never goes up to the top of the sky anymore.  It just cruises a few centimeters from the horizon, which I find very disturbing.  I used to be able to tell when it was siesta time--the sun's directly on top, burning your brain, and you're standing on your shadow.  Now 1 in afternoon looks like 4 o'clock and 4 o'clock looks like 10 pm.  I walked in the dark yesterday [at 5 p], feeling like vampires will pounce from tree tops if I'm not careful.  I had my pepper spray, of course.  I hardly leave without it ever since that incident in the park, not that I will use it.  I most probably won't.  I wonder what Hematologists think about vampires.  Do they pee?  If not, why not?  They drink, after all.  Or suck, that is.

I am so full.  I've been gorging on chili con carne and cold coffee and orange juice [I'm worried about catching a bug], not that I've much to lose.  My allergies almost always makes sure I'm anosmic--except during the times when I needed to be.  Some people still think it's nice to bathed in perfume.

I have to clean up.  Leia is asleep.  This is a good opportunity to put things in order so when she wakes up she'd have something to do [undo what I did].