Wednesday

what's the difference (beyond the obvious) between an epileptic corn farmer and a prostitute with diarrhea?

i haven't blogged yet today, and time's a-wastin (have to get tetris in before bed, which is likely in 17 minutes).

i just told kevin this on the phone, but the tetris that happens in my head after a nice, hot, challenging game, when i'm falling asleep, is more competitive than you might imagine (as often as You imagine Me playing head-tetris). the pieces, they fall onto the block below, but not the pieces i need. it appears that My brain actually creates a game for Me. which is interesting. in context.

kevin and i just talked about context. a girl asked him if when he commented that warhol could be considered a minimalist, he meant "in form or content." kevin asked her if she was interested in conversation or academic discourse. sometimes i'm that girl. it's true. kevin knows--ask him.

tonight's autism ravioli score:

daily show/600-piece puzzle: 1
trying to force robitussin down throat: 0

now i have to go imagine kevin in the shower as i wait impatiently for the next L-shaped piece to fall. (that's not meant to sound predatory; we had an agreement).

i'm so bored with everything, including gallery art and red mill 10-grain hot cereal.

3 comments:

Ryan W. said...

boredom

Ryan W. said...

are you still sick. that's awful. I'm not sick anymore. it's boring to be sick.

bender said...

WRONG!

(and i'm getting better, thanks)