thank you (fallettin me be mice elf again)

is it thursday again so soon? how time flies when you're swallowing your pride!

what morbid ruminations can i share with my voyeuristic readership today? slow down for the train wreck; don't be ashamed to rubber your necks! you might see some desecrated corpses amidst the heavy metal destruction -- and wouldn't *that* be worth the traffic jam?

female korean bartender:hey, don't joke about that...! my grandfather died in a train wreck!

malice (drunk):really? how long did he know andy dick?

[cue rimshot--badabing!]

thank you, ladies and germs, now that i've alienated & confused everyone except The MeowKing, let's start the blog entry...

last night's discovery: pernod (absinthe minus wormwood) tastes uncomfortably like NYQUIL. as soon as i had this realization, it became a lot harder to finish the pint glass i'd poured myself. and then it felt like i had bull ants crawling on the inside of my skull, stinging and slicing through gray matter with their powerful jaws. but i can't be sure that was the green faerie or just the run-of-the-mill paranoia+depression that i usually feel around midnight. ha ha.

now bugger off. i want to be trapped with my horrible thoughts for a dozen hours or so.