Tardy

So I didn't write yesterday, but I have no good reason for it, so that's that.

Grape pop.  I am drinking scads of grape pop.  What's going on?  I haven't had grape pop in years.  Years! And to be honest, I wasn't really crazy about the stuff back then.

"No big deal," I said to myself.  "What's the harm?"

And then I looked at the nutritional values...  200 calories per can!  Not bottle!  200 calories per 12oz can...  Damn.  No wonder it's so good.  It's half sugar and half purple.

Whatever, just another bad habit to sweat out sometime when it's more convenient.

A convention of nightmares had their annual gala in my head last night.  I had dreams about being back at my old job, even though I knew I wasn't supposed to be there, dreams about vaguely remembered people in my life, circa high school, wandering around with me in a big church with absolutely nothing happening, and of course dreams about being chased by shadowy, clicking things that might be giant insects or robots or giant insect robots.  The chase nightmares are the worst.  I don't know who said that if you leave the awful things that are happening off-camera, the audience will conjure much worse things than would otherwise be shown.

I know that to be true, if only because I never really see the approaching, shadowy, clicking things that make me wake with a start, full of sweat.