Still (sur)Rendering

The best thing about today is that it's almost over.

Oh, and the weather has been beautiful; they called for rain today but we have blue skies and the temperature is sitting at 17C. I wonder who won that bet in the meteorologists' office.

National Poetry Month. huh. I posted a bunch of poems just a bit ago, so we'll call that my tribute to the art of imagery in words.

Totally fucked up my knee jogging today. No clue how but for the past four hours, it's been throbbing bad enough that I've thrown more ibuprofen at it than the label recommends.

If the pain keeps up, I'll have to try swallowing the damn pills next time.

har har.

I wonder if I can convince M. to bbq tonight. I wonder if I can convince M. the Tooth Fairy is real and lives in our dryer vent. Odds are about the same.

But I'm really going to push more on the bbq idea.

I don't want to be here right now. Who's got vodka?

Still (sur)Rendering All great truths begin as blasphemies. George Bernard Shaw
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