The mullethead and I just go nuts without a computer, so we have one at the hotel, and one at home. We're both political research addicts. My mentor on the other hand, spends very little time on the computer. He mostly looks at paintings and other visual arts when he's on-line. He doesn't talk about politics and things happenin' in the world. He absolutely refuses, but I swear he seems to know what's gonna happen before it does. Why else did he take the animals HOME?
I wonder if I can stand to go HOME again for a night? There is so little time left. Will I be able to take it? I'd love to see the equines and the cats for a while. I'd also like to see my 'borrowed' Etheric estate again.
Ah, maybe next week. I'm not sure I can trust myself. It would feck up my psychology anyway. I know THAT for a fact. After all I do want to experience October 28, 2011 from a mortal flotsam perspective. Perhaps I'll go back after that. Or better yet, November 3. I'm sure I could handle that. Gotta have fun with Samhain and the Day of the Dead, no? Have a few days of the most intense, nihilistic hedonism I/we ever had.
Why not? I think when I get back to town, I'll pick up a bottle of mead for the occasion. I'll also get some Muscat wine for my mentor, and a keg of Virgil's root beer for the mullethead, who thinks the only thing booze is good for is cookin', though it does like rum chocolate, rum ice cream, and rum cake. It's funny, 'cause 'it' can't stand rum, but hey! Neither can I. The only alcoholic beverage I do truly like is mead, and I only have a couple o' bottles a year. I've never been truly drunk in my existence, and it's gonna stay that way. It's NOT a requirement for the Irish, though some seem to think so.
Cool day, light rain. I'm goin' for a run now. Think I'll make it short. 10 kilometres. I'm gonna kick ass as far as speed goes, and I'm doin' it on the road.
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