Wooden eggs think numbly of Orson Welles.
Some dry substances greatly fear water.
The melted world slug beside Kraken gels.
A fountain pen gestates the big blotter.
Feeling exceptionally awful to-day. Some sites say depression and anxiety are symptoms of irritable bowel syndrome, so maybe the fact that I'm so depressed and anxious is a good sign. I think I only got around five hours of sleep thanks to the nausea and worry.
I actually managed to buy some health insurance online through Blue Shield of California, but my coverage doesn't start until the first of December. I don't know if I can last until then. What'll happen if I can't? I guess maybe I'll go to the emergency room or something. That's a healthcare system failure, U.S. government.
Not having the easiest time concentrating right now. I think maybe I'll see if a movie can raise my spirits, though this thing has mainly put me in a mood for Cronenberg movies.
Be kind to each other, people.
Here are a couple new videos--the first is from a couple nights ago, the second was last night. A spider for the first time in a long time. The music's from the Neon Genesis Evangelion soundtrack, one of the many versions of "Fly Me to the Moon", this one called "Losing the Object of One's Affection."