081613 #worm I'm thinking of too much shit at once. That's why I can't do anything, apparently. I say too much, I think of too much but none of it is inventions or new computers or anything. It's all just lady bugs and grasshoppers and the soap dish. You know, useless crap like octagonal glasses and red red wine. The frog's leap merlot with Scott at Trattoria. The frog's leap merlot. Can I tell you about that wine? Because we're all jaded drunks here. I can tell you about this without having to worry that you're listening. I know you are not. I know only the fish can listen, and he has been exiled a long time ago. Bon voyage, fishie fishie. Boa noite. Boa viage. I love you, fair slipstream. Slimy slim thing of a time-riddle stream, where are you now. But the wine.