A fork stuck in the road

The bird of time has but a little time
To flutter--and the bird is on the wing.

When I have my own house, I plan to have a room--probably my office or den or work space or something similar--where I write important things on the walls, so I can always see them.

I've considered shelling out some cash for renting a serappe and a hat, things to wear to Bound this weekend. The theme is Cowboys and Indians, and I kind of like that Sergio Leone look. Or I can save a few bucks and just wear my Victorian GothBoy gear again.

Thirty-five days left to the end of the year. (And I'm up to Jello Biafra in the CD ripping process.)