A Flight of Ideas

Full from vegetable sushi I'm priming my body for the H2Ong event tonight- 2+ hours of kundalini yoga and hydrotherapy spa is sure to get my life together. One could only hope. Lost in the world finding myself. I'm temped to go back to bed. Its Saturday, I deserve it. Last night's Holiday spectacular was certainly interesting. A bunch of singing Miamians celebrating the day Christ was born. In spanish. Hmmmm. I wanted to sing along but I didn't know the words. Scientists would take this opportunity to explain that there's really no way to get embarazada (pregnant, not embarassed) on eggs alone. Now, that would be some mitochondrial disease. Who, then, is the baby daddy? It wasn't a keep-a-brotha-baby. No child support there. Christmas in Connecticut. Rotten in Groton. Mistakes in Mystic. Nada in Norwich. Puking in Preston. Nonchalant in New London. Missing in Miami. Geography and geology. Rocks and Jocks. Sandals vs. socks. Kickin it either way. The dashboard melted but we still have the radio. I'm gonna go hit the tempurpedic despite the offgassing of very toxic chemicals that probably is poisoning me and giving me ADHD.


Or was it all those Pop-tarts my mom provided me with??