All I can suggest, then, is to hit the one reliable URL.
What does it say that the re-opening of the newly furbished Sainsbury was the highlight of my day? (Or yesterday, or the day before. I am losing track. I am losing my perspective.)
But, no, no. That was not the highlight. That would have been the hour I spent on his grave howling at the moon. No, not sacrificing chickens to the gods of Positivism. That's not how these things happen. Blood sugar bottomed out late in the afternoon, food an afterthought, my stomach lining was contemplating cannibalism as I scolded the ground into staying put. Full moon, and as always I was restless. Not don't-talk-to-me-or-I'll-bite-your-head-off restless, more along the lines of a if-I-come-across-a-halfway-good-looking-male-there's-going-to-be-some-damage kind of energy that makes me vibrate and grin.
But, no, no. That was not the highlight. That would have been the hour I spent on his grave howling at the moon. No, not sacrificing chickens to the gods of Positivism. That's not how these things happen. Blood sugar bottomed out late in the afternoon, food an afterthought, my stomach lining was contemplating cannibalism as I scolded the ground into staying put. Full moon, and as always I was restless. Not don't-talk-to-me-or-I'll-bite-your-head-off restless, more along the lines of a if-I-come-across-a-halfway-good-looking-male-there's-going-to-be-some-damage kind of energy that makes me vibrate and grin.
