Duh 6 January 1999

Hi. Still Mr. Fluid Head today, though the fever has mostly subsided. Glad about that, for a while I thought this might actually turn out to be the flu. People always say "Oh, I've got that flu that's going around," but it's usually not, you know. The flu is not sniffles. Remember 1918.

It's funny, but I get an almost enjoyable sense of freedom from being this stupid and easily confused. Had to go to the store just now for more juice and soup, and there was the usual crowd hanging around on the sidewalk in front. Only instead of kids, these guys all looked older - probably still just high school, but with a different sense of amusing themselves all the same. Hassling people going by, walking into the store to just stand there and smoke and see how long it would take for the owner to say something. (And smoking these stupid little cigarillo things, too, the kind with the plastic holders - when did that become a trend?)

So, fun fun. Normally I'd see these guys as soon as I turned the corner, and be worrying about not attracting attention the whole time. Which is of course a really good way to do just the opposite. Nervous skinny guys, we're like krill. Tonight, though, I only sort of saw some vague shiny blurs on the way in to the store. Deciding what I wanted to get to drink was taking up most of my mind, the rest was focusing on this upright walking thing, which I suppose is a good idea but was giving me some problems. I stood in line for about a century and smelled something stinky. Then I heard some voices, and saw people talking to each other and moving around. That's nice. It took about 10 minutes for it all to sink in enough to remember what was actually going on, and by then I was already home.

I know that if anything had happened that required some kind of real-time response, like a car jumping the sidewalk or whatever, I'd be grape jelly. But then I probably would have been anyway, from trying to think about it too much. Maybe there's something to this home lobotomy movement after all, I dunno.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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