It appears that the world loves a good rabble-rouser.  The anonymous xanga bloggers* who write FriendswoodGossip are certainly stirring things up in Friendswood TX according to a Galveston County Daily News article  ("Somewhere, on July 24, someone sat down at a computer and started a blog. Somewhere in Friendswood, someone logged on and gasped....")   The news, the school district, the police, and even a psychologist have been dragged into it.  Does Pres. Bush know that a beloved high school in his home state is under attack by Xanga terrorists?!  I've even heard that the FriendswoodGossip bloggers have weapons of mass destruction stockpiled in their basement.   Quick, Delta Force, storm the NY Xanga offices and seize the Xanga servers!

    * It's my theory that there is a group of conspiring bloggers behind the gossip. I'm also hedging that they are even defaming themselves in order to avoid suspicion.

Salvage a weekend when it rains and rains and rains.

How?

Bowie: 'turn and face the strain.'

Ebola? No!

Just running 5 miles in dreamland (aka --yesterday-- as nightmareland) without my 'legs' under me but on heart and soul alone.  Limp repetitive feet extending only half-intelligently forward.   Rubber knees yearning only to double-down upon the pavement.   Crazy sadistic hallucinations of growing old, growing old.  Collapse.  Into a pile.  And sleep.

How the hell could anyone ever imagine to create a name like 'Rumpelstiltskin'?! heh

But sleep I did not.  Unlike he, in this life I've yet a love to love, and less than loving is a loss gone beyond woe..

So thank you, Crumpledplatformmembrane, but no.

After running, I stumbled toward a complex of buildings used by groundskeepers as one of four work centers.  This one had an outdoor picnic table  in the middle and I decided to regroup there, enjoy a beer, and attempt to gather enough inspiration to write.

But all I did was manange was scrutinize the grounds.  Two surprises found:

A tomato garden.  I picked the reddest one and ate it.  mm-mm good.

... I entered the rest room intending only to use the urinal.  Walking into the restroom was a little spooky since it was all dark and I needed to find and flip on the light. Having done so, I noticed two stalls in addition to the urinals, and though I didn't intend to use them, I said out loud to hopefully nobody present: "I'm just going to have a look in here to make sure there are no dead bodies hanging out."  And I laughed out loud when I found this 'leisure reading' amidst the land of the dead.