I just tried my first sip of Diet Coke with LIME and I’m hooked.  It’s now, by far, my favorite soft drink, unless you consider beer a soft drink (well, it is as opposed to hard liquor).

I wasn’t even aware there were two Wind Chill indexes!  The old one would have pegged the wind chill as I trudged to wok today at -27 F (16 degrees F actual with 40 mph winds).  The new one, which took effect officially during the 2002/2002 winter, proclaimed the wind chill to be only -6 F.  Damn, I feel warmer already!

I only got 2 hours of sleep last night—from 3 AM until 5 AM—and now I feel like the poster child for the amorphous emotion I call ‘fuzzy’.  I am fuzzy!  And my logic is multivalent, too.

For me, the natural length of my fingernails (barring accidental loss or breakage) has always been a fairly reliable index of my mental health.  Currently, my nails are longer than they’ve been for a year!  Shortly, if I don’t cut them soon, they’ll cut me.  Except my thumb and index finger on my left hand--they look totally psychotic.

I am your pharaoh

But, like a sparrow

with broken wings,

I’ve faltered to set

upon my pharaonic flight.

So instead I now slither,

low and wet

like a snake, to deliver

my taboo love to you,

my lustful sprite.