friskin

My skull keychain started mysteriously glowing again. For the first time, probably, since I bought it at the Dollar Tree in Troy Plaza four years ago. Go figure.

From behind my crooked blinds I am watching one of our mutant racoons waddle across the parking lot. Blame it on feng shui or whatever you want, but I am having a hell of a time keeping my life balanced. So I say, good riddance to bad fucking rubbish. My room/brain/heart/throat is filled to capacity with meaningless dreck. I'm going home in three days, and by the time I come back I want this mess cleaned up.

If anyone at home (i.e. Andrew) wants to get together, you know the number. There is much to be sayed.

And now I have my entire Philosophy of Education to compose and compress into four pages.