Cold Blooded

A suspect plasma leak toward the outer edges of the right nostril cavity was discovered at approxiametly 19:47 yesterday. The nosebleed free streak is well and truly over. Possible causes range from three or so weeks of sleeping at 02:00 and waking at 09:30 to the cold of the mornings of this past week. The last time was during the closing ceremony of the Olympics.

Affected by the cold, my hands are now neapolitan. Fingers are bone white, the back of the hand is purple/blue and the knuckles are blood red. This provides a nice alternative to the day time tan that runs all the way up four-fifths of my hands.

Some guy, in all his apparent idiocy, whispers "they missed a bit" while walking with his cronies as they pass my presence. Undoubtedly it was in reference to the fact that of the two sideburns that can adorn a face, the rightsided waves of hair remains while the left is seen tweezy smooth. Funny? No. He was wearing a tightly pulled cap as were the two other facsimiles alongside him. Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. If it even ranks anywhere near the toes of the wit clan.

Soon Van

Saturday, 26 May 2001 - 07:38

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