curious.

There was a bra hanging from a lighting fixture in the reading room of our library night before last.  Nobody knows a thing about it. Under the bra, the chairs were all moved around willy-nilly. It was a black bra, of a large cup, the size unknown due to a washed-out label.

head traumas to keep you awake.

In between films in our Spanish Scary Movie Double Feature, I hit my head on a table in the basement, looking for Hallowe’en decorations, and emerged with a lump the size of half a devilled egg. I asked Flame to ask me who the president was, but he said i’d just get too depressed at the answer.