There's a psychic storm with a weirding potential underway.  I'm beginning to believe.

I'm thirsty .  Figure here that right after I post this I'll be making a trip to the supermarket to buy several gallons of assorted juices.

Oh.  And I'm tired of drinking beer.  Or drinking anything alcoholic for that matter.  Actually, since my friend Mike left for a job in Arizona in the fall, I've not found another drinking buddy who makes good company.  So maybe it's time to start hanging out at the wifi hotspot coffeshop more often.

Of course, I'm still running in Dreamland.  I ran 5 miles earlier and felt great afterwards.  On the way out of the cemetery, I came upon the 'blank tombstone' where people are actually encouraged to chalk an epitaph.

This made me feel especially good about my run.  It's the kind of silly thing that may well stick in my head and inspire me to act to the very most contrary.  After all, I don't need no stinkin' Love Machine.