Like the actor who never performs in front of an audience, the gatherer of shapes and colors exercises the part of the brain that's prestigious. The anxiety about losing any cognitive ability needs no elevated place for slipping in the shapes and colors network. Lethargy is inevitable but test patterns where ideas used to be are the dreaded humiliation. <-- from 2010.

Saturday during the slo-ow recovery has special relevance:
here's what's different:
0.0...NEXT
locking hands & phlegm-drips=coughing
endo=synthroid
put them all together and you get WTF? which always ends up as words in here. Nice '50 Merc on samspace51 and funnel cake on Sam's distract from what's coming but say seybone la vee, thank god I'm a cunthair boy. This is all imaginary life's end and I'm George Clooney goin' for an Oscar.

Seriously, we're into September when the laughing starts and there's still a hill to climb. It's what keeps the doldrums from happening and I'm NOT worthy we're sticking to the plot-point that even L'il Wally can pull this off.

The sun'll be up in 2 hours on this September Sunday and I'll be there.