They're Playing Football Across the Street

I just woke up and heard the announcer talking about a football player while I was standing pissing with my eyes closed, with a cat circulating between my legs as though I were two Doric columns and he was E.M. Forster or something.

No, it's not a dream.

I live across the street from a football stadium.

You don't wanna mess with those boys. They're State champions many times over. They will roll right over you, no matter where you come from in this state of ours.

We're all proud of them.

Then I went downstairs and turned on this song and began pumping myself up with Vitamin C.

It's my latest thing.

I'm gonna see if Linus Pauling is right.

You can't overdose on Vitamin C...it just goes right through you and leaves...like poetry or respect for your culture or something like that...

I'm glad to hear I'm not the only Blogger being plagued by the 2,000 Labels bull.

And I'm hoping that will get fixed...as in fixed better than the profile counter problem, as we all know how that one "ended" (ahem).