08.12.03 | 8:45 p.m. | Midwesterner In Exile

heat is back on and the essential problem is understood. so if it happens again, i won't be caught in the middle of a snowstorm without heat.

winter madness must be setting in or that storm triggered latent midwestern survival instincts. it must be something, because i succombed to the hotdish today. dude. i didn't even know i knew how to make a hotdish. i don't even think i've eaten any in well over a decade... but it tasted right: cream-of-something-or-other, noodles, breadcrumbs, unidentifiable bits (meat), other unidentifiable bits (vegetable matter?), so i guess it all works out.

am somewhat frightened by all this though. what's next, an overwhelming compulsion for fried cheese curds and packers games?

need sleep.

06.12.03 | 11:21 p.m. | Patent Pending

strange hours: my wool hat is also making my ears itch.
messr. k-: ah. wool
strange hours: have come to the conclusion that my head is not the right shape for hats.
messr. k-: hmm
messr. k-: its the hair
strange hours: somewhat.
strange hours: but also the shape.
messr. k-: shaving your head helps
messr. k-: or cutting it short
messr. k-: or going bald
strange hours: considering my current heating situation, i'd rather have my hair
strange hours: it keeps the back of my neck warm.
messr. k-: good idea
messr. k-: tis like a scarf thats attached to your head
strange hours: yes.
strange hours: a good advertisng slogan
strange hours: hair: it's like a scarf attached to your head!!!
sir k-: yep
messr. k-: add some velcro and patent it