Posthuman Blues

The anti-war protesters have made a valiant showing, but they're almost invisible, hidden behind a screen of languid snow like figures half-glimpsed through a fog of sleep deprivation. I read all afternoon and stopped when I realized I was starving. Brain crackling with coffee-induced lucidity, I trudged back to my apartment, ritualistically turned on the lava lamp, and plugged in the space-heater. I love the draft of ozone it gives off after staying unplugged all night.

So whaddaya think of the "robot" look?

Slow email day. I'm gonna eat some noodles before they get cold and/or coagulate into a slimy lump. "Share some grease tea with me..."