melancholycoma

I drifted through the day prior to this one mostly asleep. In between complete darkness and sunrise. The tone of Stewart Lupton's voice very much illustrates how I was feeling. Like organs and vaudeville. I discovered that the kind of transportation I have always wanted for the coffin that will hold my dead body is often called a "glaswagen". Characterized chiefly by the thick french glass windows that take up a large part of the carriage's side panels. Horse-drawn, of course. I tried to trace the road back to the roots of my Francais ancestry, but was halted at ninety-nine dollars. I thought about Ragnarok.

So much happened today though I did not even leave the darkened house.