Aggravation is . . .

. . . having a song imbedded in my head as a perfect description of my state of mind and having nobody anywhere seem to have the words right on their goddamn website.

Meditations and Popcorn

Okay, the hole in my wall is now actually a hole; I can see the laths. xiphias, do you have any handy advice on patching same? Kevin says we have plaster of paris, but I'm not sure that's the right stuff.

This time I split the heel of my hand -- only a little cut, really, but I think it was right over one of the veins in my wrist. I've got a bandage on it; it's stopped bleeding and such.

I . . . think . . . I may have gotten the drainage (see also styrofoam cups) dealt with so I'm not going to expire from emotional exhaustion anytime soon. I consider this an improvement. We'll see if we can get the plumbers in.

I have popcorn, too.