usually i look at the clock at 9:11. this morning it's 9:10. is that good? i ate no cookies nor ice cream nor did i sleep. well, a little. there's a fresh breeze now but the night was dead still. i got up and looked at hundreds of mike brehm drawings. that's a definition of insomnia. good company. the toxic air war show's today. ooh ahh we u.s. love our pow'ful empire. i left off the virology. i gleaned it. now i'm into death by landscape. deliver us from evil, gods of peace.