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Zilch Right Now There is a certain crawling out of the skin going on for the second Sunday in a row, a kind of peeling of the sheaves that buffer the nerve endings so the day in day out voltage gets stronger and its harder to sit still. Or write. Or clean the tub.
I think its Spring fever, a need to more than just "look" over
I heard a story about a doctor who felt the reason we had so much of this Attention Deficit Disorder (what a name) stuff in the United States versus the rest of the world is the fact that we're all descended from immigrants, people who pulled up stakes and moved, so we share their gene pool. Amino acids that dance when they hear a drum. Who was it, after all, who invented rock and roll? So I think I'll hunker down tonight and get ready for tomorrow. These moods don't strike while I'm at work unless the sun is out, a likelyhood of zilch right now. |
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