The hours blossom into pearls of bizzarity.

Look, I spend a lot of time alone. I do, I spend a lot of time sitting, and I’m reading books and looking at dictionaries . When that happens, social interactions are particularly intense. Especially for someone as weird as I am, I gotta, you know, I gotta get it out all at once. I think people hate having dinner with me now. I imagine it’s like watching someone have all sides of a three-person conversation at once, without pause. It could be weirdly fascinating. I’ll have to do a survey.

The thing that happened to me the other day involved a box of beer that I’d bought. Took me a while to get through it, and all that time, there was this big box sitting in my fridge. So finally, I finish it and….

My friends, the things that were behind that box. The things that had sat behind it, in silence, growing poisoned with malevolence and mold, but mostly mold. You do have to pick up your life and shake it once in a while, but you could do worse than starting with the things that sit at the front of your fridge, obstructing the view.

I’ve been playing soccer, which is good. Standing on my feet, rather than having them dangle, gently, from my ankles, as I sit on whatever object is being sat upon, at that time, is a big step up. Moving them quickly, even kicking things with them, is so far beyond the pale of my usual activities that indeed I AM tired after five minutes. But, also, exhilirated.
Keep on keepin’ on, groovy cats.