The Crash

I knew I was due for a hard crash, and it happened today.

After class we hit Red Robin for lunch. Wolfboy left for a sleepover, and before I knew it I was pacing, and felt out of sorts. For once, I didn't have anything to do at that moment.

I remember telling MOBB, "I don't know how to do nothing" as I paced.

Before long I was face-first in the living room floor. MOBB and THEGIRL went elsewhere in the house, and I slept right there, for a while. I ended up on the couch, though I don't remember going over there. I slept hard, had crazy dreams about chasing ghosts.

I must've crashed for a couple hours, and I woke up a bit refreshed even.

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It was almost time for dinner by then. We had a fine meal at Miss Saigon (yes we eat out too much), then did a little shopping before taking a drive in the cool evening air. We sang along to Merle Haggard and the Allman Brothers as we went nowhere, and in no particular hurry.

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After that we hit Milwaukee Joe's for ice cream, then came home.

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BB's current therapy: "Manam Mah Way Khiyal-I-OO (I am Absorbed in My Thoughts of You)" from Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, The Final Recordings.

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I need a new backpack. Mine's falling apart after seven years of dedicated service. That backpack deserves its own entry. Really. I'll probably write about my 18 months at Yahoo, which is where I got that backpack, sometime soon. Maybe. Or not. Maybe I'll just write about cinnamon scones and pre-war blues songs every day for a month.

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This is, I believe, post 989. I've got one simple idea for post 1000. If you'd like to offer some input, I'm all ears.

Or eyes, such as the case may be.

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A curious development today... I can't get into it here, but... does the term "boiled rabbit" mean anything to you?

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Good night. Have a good weekend.