November 22nd, 2013


In Note Form

Twerking: isn't that pretty much what Elvis was doing over 50 years ago?

I was doing my homework in my bedroom when Kennedy was assassinated. My parents were watching TV or listening to the radio downstairs and the news filtered up to me through the floor.

I was reading some of Kipling's late stories yesterday evening: such delight in language. such energy.

My blood tests came back normal. Hooray! I've still got a hell of a bruise in the crook of my elbow where the needle went in.