Signs and Wonders.

"My mind's at the gate, looking for an escape."

Today was skipping rocks on foolish waters. I accomplished nothing besides a horrible diet. I awoke at 4PM, weary from a week of no sleep. I spake unto Joelle, learned what "equally yoked" means, took a shower, and started watching the final Harry Potter movie when Nick knocked at my door (I had planned to hang out). He drove me and his mom and brother to his house, and we brewed some Pumpkin Spice. His mother was sweet enough to get me a box of Wegman's brand Sweet n' Low. I suppose the distinguishing trait is the use of saccharin. What a cool name. It's nice to use a heavy German inflection with that word. Wow, you must be shocked at the lucid storytelling I'm spitting right about now. We walked down to Giant, laughed at a cardboard cut-out of the Cake Boss, got some donuts, debated over which brownies to buy (never bought any), had the attendant help us with 15 cents we didn't have at the pay area, bought a small Nesquik, then sat around and watched television. Oh, I also watched Nick play his fancy new video game, L.A. Noire. You are an L.A. detective in the '40s. It's very well-animated and the stories/missions are interesting. Typing the word interesting is very easy. My left hand goes real fast in the middle, square motion. I'm listening to We've Got Everything by Modest Mouse, which is a very good song that I don't often listen to. They are very lazy with records. I am sure this isn't as interesting as last night's blog, but I am not as delirious and inspired. Well, I am eating some delicious chips. I have decimated this bag that my mother just bought tonight. It is Saturday night and that is depressing. My brother is going to a wedding tomorrow instead of chillin' with me, and that depresses me further. But,

though the stills flip back and under the blues and reds fool around with eyes I don't hold in front but they in the back in some folder folding under pressure of weights and measures preordained by parishes and governments local and state humming tunes of whistling death dixon ticonderoga forts juggling terrorists and red tape. What you do is, you wet the creases and your killing is done fastly and getting rear-ended by fjords where Nazi Zombies come frozen and angry. You, Communist! Stand up and face your face forward and let's get on this pumpkin pie grind. Yes, yass, yes.