Bad day. I don't know precisely why, but today -- well -- have you ever eaten a hotdog and then had a little burp that sorted of reminded you of it? Todays many belches have been reminiscent of a a grease trap at a fifties-style diner formerly located on Mt. St. Helen.
We wont discuss my other end. Let's just say that "Japanese Death Poems" have seemed appropriate.
Not much writing done today.