Whip It.

well good morning. i guess we can let the whole corn dog thing go now that we got a corn dog equipment ad- still how no hot dog cart or hot dog on a stick ads. you'd think there'd be more of a market but no. also i stand by the equal distribution of ketchup to mustard. and i have no idea what grey's anatomy has to do with anything, although last night i got caught up in the PBS special of Charles Dickens "Bleak House" which friend Cath and I read a few months back. Quite enjoyable. the series is beautiful if a little too narcissistic- and of course can't do his subplots justice. already we're thru 1 w/ 5 to go and it's moving at a fast clip. i think they're saving all their hours for the tragic ends and spiraling of main characters. mmm. drama.

this morning the wind is still blowing- with um gale force. things are banging and clanging, i should probably take down the wind chimes... and all my plants are occassionally trying their hand at 45 degree angles. most are succeeding. of course the 15ft sunflower decided to laydown completely and think about whether or not it wants to live until spring. and i'm most worried about the hummingbird nest we have in the back, bcs there are two babies in it- and i very much hope they are protected and are not instant cat treats but will live on into perpituity or however long it is that hummingbirds live till. they're so fricking cute.

besides that the day yawns before me as i watch the plant in front of my window swing and twist like an absurd marker to time- never stilling completely.

wow, that was a little to literary for me just now, i think i have to go. and maybe write about how in moments like this my heart siezes and beats: escape, escape, escape. with furtive glances, and fidgety hands that fumble and twitch with every lapsed cause and purpose. and feel assuaged with fuitle guilt at my lack of productivity- out into the sun, to be consumed by the wind.