January 14th, 2004


ignominious physiognomy

Sure can't seem to lose the knot in my stomach. I'm a walking laboratory of psychosomatics.

Yeah, yeah---the physiog. isn't actually ignominious; it's just that the words (both of which I learned from The Scarlet Letter) go together so well. Like in that Paul McCartney song (sing to the tune---can you pick the proper Beatles number?):

These are words that go together in perverse harmony
My Physiognomy

Sont les mots qui sont comme le noeud dans mon estomac
Mon estomac

Pomme de terre, pomme de terre, pomme de terre---
My favorite words in French
They're so much happier
Than mon 'stomac, gonflant le coeur, et les pensées torturées


regrets, i've got a few

I don't know if upsidedownblue will be able to forgive me---having proposed a spontaneous drive-through-two-nights trip to the desert, quick turn-around, and drive-like-almost-as-crazy back, as I've just, sadly (believe me, it's sadly), concluded that it's not right for me right now, all things considered.

But I'm hoping we can put it past us with a wild night at Necto Friday. What say all ya'll?