I’ve run 25 miles in the last five days.  Felt strongest on the 25^th mile.  *yawns*  I’m not tired.  I’m about to wake up.

Are woman getting stranger?  In my opinion, yes, they are.  And so is my opinion.

I can’t believe that when I  was a teenager my fondest wish for death was to die in a supernova.  Do you have any idea what the implications were for the rest of you?

I bring my intelligence to bear… I bring my intelligence to a bear…  I bring my intelligence to bare…  oops, I’m naked.

I live in hyper-obscurity, bet accept it.   It is, of course, the reason that I’ve been able to be so psychic-active most of life and yet stay subliminal to the fated powers that wonder and search and stab in the dark at me.

I’m going to sneeze.  *sneezes*  Another prophecy come true.

I’m going to have sex. *waits…*

Oh well, prophecies are much too over-rated.