A prescient prediction: daylight savings time, now

I have deduced from a protracted period of clock-watching that the world fell asleep this morning and lost an hour. This would normally be fantastic, for I would be receiving an hour's extra sleep, but I am awake. Furthermore, I am set to meet a friend to make music this very morning. I cannot exactly say when I am set to meet him, whether in 20 or 80 minutes. The world is in disarray. The space and time continuum has been ruptured, some time slipped away. Even if he is as perceptive as I, he might decide not to show up at "8:30." This is a conundrum, a psychological guessing-game, and very much some stinking shenanigans. Why was I not told about this? I really would have appreciated a national update. I will be one of many wronged and confused mofos on this day. Fuck the merchants.

I had a smiley face testicle last night...

That's correct, a smiley face stress ball testicle. I squeeze it all the time. Much of yesterday was spent frantically sorting through boring and idiotic costume ideas in my head, and as of 10:37pm the best that I had come up with was a flasher wearing a bathrobe.

As I have repeatedly told people, a flasher must either have nothing or something funny to reveal. I chose something I thought to be relatively funny. I got some laughs, some guffaws, some chuckles, not a single spew of vomit. I had to cut a slit in my underwear for attachment purposes, but it was a small price to pay.

Maybe next year I will prepare a little better, but probably not. The spontaneous usually works. And, I made this silly blog in the off-time before the ingenious brainwave that led to wandering around in my underwear, in a robe and slippers, with a happy yellow ball where my balls should have otherwise been.

I was walking down the street, and this guy dressed up as a drag queen goes, "hey, are you a jedi or something?!" and I turn around, without saying a word, and unleash the ball, and he's like, "give me some of that baaaaby!"

So my night (after 10:37pm) was this: yellow testi, bad wine, good pie, bad vodka, bad beer, good people all the hell around, lewd offerings, and good music. What more can a procrastinator, single-balled youth ask for?

Halloween!

I am a bum... Not for Halloween, despite the fact that that was a very real option for some time (think gallon wine jug in paper bag), but just in general. I did not prepare for Halloween. I love the holiday, I love getting dressed up in freaky, garish, funkyness, but I failed the world at large this time. It is 10:37pm and I am in my room not even pondering a potential costume, just dicking around.

Anyway, this is a post on a blog which I set up for no reason. Well, I was coerced into it by the advertising power of google/blogger. I got on here to read John Keener's blog and now I have this. Whatever this is.

I'm going to go experience Halloween.

PEACE!