R impianto & D olor

ten years from then let's talk about me.

i've been thinking how one of my nerve cells will be the last one of its kind to die.

off to sacrifice some more at the altar of sugar*. because everything else is unsafe.

*i have no idea if this is true.

(you don't want a world without food dyes either. you just don't know it yet.)

de profundis.

es only shows germany's(curling)matches, why? was there market research? what if both german teams happen to be made up of v. talented(ugly)&experienced(old) individuals and the sexiest thing i've ever seen on a tvset is thomasulsrud and his pants screaming "hoarrrd!", what then?

accountability weekend!

back when i thought new agers might have a point (those days of ignorance) i had read this book about something which may or may not be called chakra-yoga. if it saw me now it'd say i need to talk less, and from the heart.

finally sat down with duino elegies. mysticism as a rhetorical device!/annoying parts not near the end!/garymiranda! good. freud bad. we're here to say them, you see.

i've been recordkeeping (who has turned us around this way indeed). there's also the ip.

today there was this bike race. dh got three very basic things wrong. i need a plan for ptot day.