Thirty seconds and a one-way ride

These have all been in my head recently. Some music for a really bad mood.

( She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed. )

Seriously, it's been like Depresso Café around here.

And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head

And last night I dreamed I was forced to take a drug designed to destroy my higher brain function. It changed my ability to concentrate. It removed my ability to see patterns. It forced me to read one word at a time. And there now, people said, don't you feel better? Isn't that much easier? I saw someone else who had received the same treatment, a mathematician who had been a split-second calculator, shrugging and saying with a glazed grin, The numbers just weren't that important. People patted me on the back and told me how much nicer I was now. I was encouraged to make myself useful. That wasn't a good dream.

I'm all at sea

I am without computer until further notice. Not e-mail or internet: computer. The whole megillah. I will be in contact when I can. Further bulletins as a hard drive that isn't melting down mid-backup warrant.