http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=ErMWX--UJZ4&client=mv-google

Tried to talk to you,
but it seems you were quite drunk.
A haiku instead.

So I can officially text you again, making this blog officially useless. But I think I might keep it going...as I discussed with Katherine, it will make a good "bucket for my thoughts"...either so people can come to the site and read them whenever they want, or as a public service so people don't have to listen to them in everyday conversation...

Frogs eating pringles,
Sometimes haikus make no sense.
Armpit volcano.

First of all, good old Libby and his stupidities strike again. I don't want to get into it in a public forum, but the sooner we can talk the better. I'm kinda distressed and given the situation you're the only one I can talk to.

Secondly, I had the stupidest dream last night. I believe the progression goes like this: I think I was on Jeopardy, and I was losing pretty bad, and final Jeopardy wasn't a question...it was an assignment (which of course would make for thrilling tv...) The assignment was to write a short story. So I write the most trite and unoriginal story, as I recall it was about a guy whose brother died in Iraq. But I only have one piece of paper. So once I fill that sheet, I start carving the words into my desk. And when my desk is full, I start writing on the walls. And halfway through the wall-painting phase, I find another sheet of paper and write the conclusion on that. Dream over.

The lonely old man,
with his red hat and gold chain,
may try to touch you.