Friday Banshee

I'm just curled up here in the foil wrapper nest, perusing books on the mind (and how it's not necessarily under your control), economics and the biography of one of the greatest people of my generation. Okay, so he was a pre-war baby; that just means he didn't belong to the yuppies. ^___^ Watching some truly egregious horror on TV... Being reminded of why I thought Santino was a douche... Wishing I could sleep... Wondering if I have a can of refried beans to make tostados for dinner... Putting off chumming the refrigerator because I'm afraid of being bitten... >_> Probably should hold off on that until after Halloween; let the evil that is month-old dairy products go back to sleep... O.o And yarn... ^___^ Playing with yarn. We'll see eventually what it arranges itself into. ^___^ Got a hankering for a moebius. *snerk!*

I've discovered that even with my ubiquitous lists, I still can't remember shit. Lists don't help when you lose them. O.O Going into the season of "oooh! shiny!" I am not hopeful. >_>

Forward motion is not always progress, but the good old days usually weren't. Wear purple; it makes the homophobes nuts.


And onward to the Banshee. Enjoy. ^___^


( BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does )