I had a great day, Sunday - I managed to get up early, walk the dog, trim the hedges, and sing all day long, despite the fact that my computer was broken. Consequently, the crazy gay guy on the corner and the head of the neighbourhood community are both acting weird again. Meanwhile, I spent the next 2.5 days in CFS hell. So, I thought I'd get out of the house today while I'm finally feeling almost OK, and that way I won't be home when the neighbourhood lady marches past my house with a blowhorn and 5 elderly retards screaming about dangerous black people. I wish I had more time to get things together, cuz I don't have much of a plan other than to get some CDs and maybe beer and maybe some nice fresh bones for my dog, from the werewolf meatmarket, where all girls are hot and I can rip my shirt off and expose my goth black tank top with impunity, nay, glory. Then I have to go back home and clean up dog dirt in my back yard so the clean-up girls can come by tomorrow.
There is SO much about this BP thing to write about, I can't even begin. And the Obama speech - too many nuanced thoughts to do it justice right now - but I mainly thought it was pap. My CFS, and constantly being hacked, and everything else I have to do, leave me little time to write all the things I'd like to write, such as a letter to Santa Claus, warning him about oil. Huhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... now for the friends-only post...