Spinning

[rejectomorph]

Waking early again (this alternating of sleeping ten hours then sleeping five hours the next day is beginning to make me fell like a gyroscope which becomes unstable just before it stops and falls over), I took advantage of the afternoon to get my head shorn. About a pound and a half of hair came off, and I am now spiky once again. I also had time for a big leaf-bonfire in the back yard. The leaves were all dry and crackly and so made very little smoke. There were no marshmallows to toast, though.

With the early onset of cold weather, I have taken to wearing a knit cap while I sleep. It isn't a proper night cap, but it's the best substitute I have available. I'm sure that my Canadian ancestors would be proud of me, with hose on my head. One advantage of it is that I can pull it down over my eyes to block out some of the light. The main advantage is that I need not chip blocks of ice from my scalp on waking.

Evening provided us with a delightfully lurid sunset. At first, there were bands of lavender and pink across the entire western horizon, and then a concentration of intense, deep pink which soon turned luminous tangerine, in the southwest. Sunsets such as this are almost enough to tempt me to drop acid, in hopes that I can find out what they taste like. I bet they'd smell good, too.

The most disturbing thing I've heard on a television commercial in a long time; "The cheese comes from real cows, the eggs come from real chickens, and the sausage comes from Jimmy Dean." Ewwwww!

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[marseille.livejournal.com]

Disturbing commercial indeed. Remember the REM song with "Jimmy Dean" in it? It bothered me because the one they meant was James Dean, not Jimmy Dean, and I kept thinking, "No, no, that's the sausage guy!"