rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

I Think Today is Sunday.

Stiff joints, and a slight sore throat, and post-nasal drip. This is annoying. And yet another storm is moving in. I'd like to go for a walk, but I don't think I ought to risk the chill. It's very nice out there, though, with the scudding clouds and the cool breeze. I also want coffee. That's not right.

Last night, that odd searchlight I saw over the vicinity of downtown (such as it is) a couple of weeks ago was playing above a location southeast of here. When it was over downtown, it seemed plausible that it was advertising some event, but the location it came from last night is down in the canyon, and there's nothing there! Maybe witches were holding some pagan celebration in the woods, though I can't imagine why they'd want to advertise it with a searchlight. It might have something to do with the local celebration that is being held this weekend. Gold Nugget Days. Have the Clampers taken to holding raves along the banks of the Feather River? Who the Hell knows? That lot might get up to almost anything. Anyway, the searchlight was on until two in the morning, and no alien spacecraft landed, as far as I know. A mystery for my fevered brain to contemplate.

Hungry. Must go eat something and drink beer. Somebody is riding a go-kart up and down my street again. I'm confused. I wonder why we never hear of disgruntled hairdressers shooting up salons? That's got to be worse than the post office. And all those fumes! Damn, I just remembered I don't have a thermometer anymore, so I can't take my temperature. Time for another nap. Feed a cold, starve a fever. Decisions, decisions!
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