October 7, 2004

• I'm on my way to bed.  I haven't been good about that lately. 

  
  

  Kind of in a fog. 

  
  

  Not worthy of a blog.

  
  

  Now, I hear howling, screeching like some sort of animal in pain.

  
  

  It's getting louder and increasing with even more members in the game.

  
  

  Coyotes.

  
  

  They yip, yap and howl.

  
  

  It kind of spooked me for a tick.

  
  

  Bet I'll have nightmares about them trying to kill me and my pets.

  
  

  I still feel sick.

  
  

  Sick, tired and worn.

  
  

  I need a boot right up my ass but first, I think I'll go mouse your pretty face again.

  
  

  Brown wren.

  
  

  Black swallow.

  
  

  Purple martin house on a stick.

  
  

  Red robin house on a string.

  
  

  Sick scum living underground.

  
  

  Angels on wing.

  
  

  FLING?

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