Yuck. I lost my dominion over consonants and vowels. I'm pressing the the right buttons and scratching familiar shapes on LCDs and legal pads respectively, but feet do not seem to fall to the druming any more. "It's a psychological thing," someone would say. Or maybe i'm molting as per some cosmic schedule. I lamented the loss of my baby teeth. But my new set is chomping away just fine (save for the occasional high-frequency, root-destroying drill delving into my skull). Ha. Well, we'll see...things are all falling apart in their own special way.

Onward and upward, i guess.
-Just to recap, i've actually read some bookage this summer. NO, not the ones with pictures. I know that's what you're thinking. Survivor by Chuck Palahnuik, The Devil and Miss Prym by Paulo Coelho, so far. I'm currently dipping my big toe into The Serpent and the Rainbow by Wade Davis.

This reminds me, i need to pick up some lighter-hearted books before my next planned venture: Nineteen Eighty-Four by Mr. Orwell. So, if [you] have any suggestions, i'm all...eyes?

Victor will be in tow, today. I hope for something to snap.