And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

Oh, the many joys that flossing brings...

I am writing a lot in my paper journal these days, but it is like 50 percent dream notes and 40 percent romantic mush and 10 percent dumb ramblings.

I feel sorry for anyone who would read that besides me, so I think there will be a temporary stall on this DLand business.

If I get complaints, maybe I'll take it up again, but right now... my life is just too embarrassingly boring to share.

A farewell at 12:24 p.m.