The word for today is
The word for today is Yurch, which is onomatopoetic in that it perfectly describes my state of bodymind this morning. Persistent ear trouble has left me partially and hopefully temporarily deaf, the wrenchings of my new schedule have rendered my brain highly susceptible to cascading neuron failure, and the onset of fall allergies has further degraded my mental capacity. My sinuses are packed with cotton and glue. I need a haircut and a dehumidifier for the basement. My cat is much too fat and there's too much beer in the refrigerator. In addition, I think that the ghost of Howard Hughes is trying to contact me regarding a box of gold coins that he stashed somewhere in Utah. All of this makes it very...difficult...to...concentrate. That is why I'm wearing the tinfoil hat. I probably shouldn't have downed all of that cough syrup, though. It�s messed up the vertical hold on my eyeballs.
Inna gadda davida, baby...oh...yeah...sing...it...*hic*
