The Scribblings Say

I have a notebook, that is never very far from my reach. It's about 2 inches wide by 4 tall, leather bound with a leather tie. It contains, first and foremost, many lists, of books and CDs I've slated for future purchase and consumption. You can also find within: various phone numbers and email addresses; Christmas lists from years past; directions to random places from here to Chicago; planing notes from Heather's bachelorette; and notes on my recent trip. Many of these will be expanded into longer entries in the future, so for now I will simply note the following:

The final entry from Day Three is the word 'absorb,' penned in a drunken scrawl. Absorb? What the hell was I thinking? Absorb more beer? Absorb the moment, that finite point in time? Absorb the remains of egg yolk with my toast? What the fuck was my then-self trying to communicate with my now-self?

I am haunted by this mystery.

And scanning my miscellaneous observations from Day Four, I now recall that we (that being Snuggles, The Bunny and I) were dubbed "The Hello Kitty Mafia."

Man we're baaaaaad.