Wednesday morning news

For the two of you that are interested, this morning I ate a sausage McMuffin (no egg). But then the process reversed about ten minutes later. Sorry. That's a lot better than the Zinger+tangerine of Sunday though. Fortunately, my idiot body has grown so accustomed to rocket fuel that it does not register coffee as anything other than something water-ish, yay me!

Also, a return to writing, which seems way too fucking emo. That's what I get for peaking before 25: published author, poet, essayist, child actor, model, performing monkey and shill. Toot, toot. Maybe I need a vacation. Mystery Spot, ahoy!

Mother's Day is next month and my mother and older brother's birthdays are in June. The last time I visited them, someone, and we suspect my brother's besto friendo, had affixed metal band badges to their marker. Cement epoxy, like I'd suggested, thank you very much. Let those fuckers try and take them down now. I'm going to go listen to Rush's "Distant Early Warning" about a hundred times now and ponder whether I should take acoustic guitar lessons from the potheads across the street.