~ Wednesday, April 25, 2001 ~

 

3:58 a.m. Well, it's almost four in the morning and I've been working since midnight with nary a break, and so you know where this particular paragraph is probably going.

Downhill. Fast.

I've been so busy that I haven't had too much time to worry about tomorrow's dental appointment, but now that I'm taking a breather, I can also feel the worry roll in like a heavy dark mass.

On the other hand, that do-it-yourself stickum fix of my tooth has held all this past week, so I'm grateful for that. And I'll be glad to get the new one permanently glued in, cemented in, actually. Shouldn't hurt too much. Maybe a little ...

While I've been doing my semi-mindless PageMaker work tonight I was able to listen to a whole lot of paranoia and conspiracy -- topics have ranged from the election-stealing coup to the Bush-Mexican-druglord connection that has much to do with the current California energy crisis to the people with foil-lined baseball caps to the last hour, which was all about the brother of Jesus, the righteous James.

I often go checking on the handy websites that people give as part of their on-air presentations, and if I find some stuff I think I should meme over to you, I will post the links. Meanwhile, I'm crashing into the keyboard with my nose and chin, so I'd better step away and finish this piece tomorrow.

No good reason for the gourd -- it's very purple ... there's a connection here, somewhere.