All day i felt discombobulated, i couldn't get with it. And yet something tends to me, my intentions, or mother nature, sometimes i'm body-surfing the chaos of an over-weening control, sometimes i be just winging it, like know, i don't know what the hell i'm saying. i think it's funny that Hilde drew Comet as a small boy, and Comet drew Hilde as a big girl. maybe i got a hangover from the book on wallace stevens, that sad man.