Fever dreams

Last of the cold swinging by to kick my butt in the night. Possibly assisted by See Through Kitchen’s “Mongolian beef”. Note to self: Mongolian beef needs to be consumed in open-window weather ONLY.

Ran the electric bed warmer thingy for several hours just because, and it percolated the contents of my gut and my head so that I nearly killed myself while dreaming of the two least attractive women I know, who had invited me over for lunch. Turns out they had decided to become lesbian and wanted me to watch the first couple times to see if they were doing it right.

I really don’t have any idea where this crap comes from, but sometimes I wish it would go away.

Joe Cocker, RIP

Joe wasn’t my favorite artist but he was ok. I liked the things he did more than not, and some things he did very well. Here’s one of them, with what seems to be a barely postpubescent Leon Russel.

OK

I think I have the sidebar back to normal again. I hope. If I have missed anyone please let me know, either leave a comment or drop me a line at mhardig at aol dot com.

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