bakurebob

Thursday, you elusive chanteuse. once again you've arrived without warning. Running your long fingers slowly across my skull, making little circles as you trace various words with your lacquered nails. You're here with good intentions, you always are. But you're just trying to slow Friday down.. to keep her away because you know what fun she is..

WTF.. I shouldn't write things before my eyes are fully propped open with cafeine..

So off I head this morning to the Soulard farmers market.. to discuss produce vendors to service my grocery store. It sounds dull, and it is.

Robots are a surly lot, and they hate citrus fruits for reasons that should be obvious.