"...I also drove through a Taco Bell and stuffed down two 89-cent cheesy beef burritos in the parking lot while enjoying the dissonant harmonics of Qulfus. I had actually turned up the volume while at the drive-thru window, which is really not like me to do. It was worth it, to feel like the weirdest middle-aged white woman in North County.

The server was cheerful, extremely cheerful in fact. I felt ashamed afterward. Was he thinking I was the weirdest middle-aged white woman in North County?...

Then I switched to a track off the Motown Meltdown CD and let the psychotic warpage wash over me. Leaving me little to no time to read the book I'd brought along, but that's OK. The interior of the car was almost dark anyway.

"Sheeeeeesssss aaaaa sssuuuuuuuupeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr ffffrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeak."

When Malcolm returned from the mall with Hana, I was in a fine mood. Meat suits me. I haven't been eating enough and was feeling puny and headachy. Need more meat. Ground beef, to be exact.

It was an evening well spent, alone. "That's why I'm easy! Easy like Sunday morning!"
-from the ongoing blog of The Malleable Synthesist