May 22nd, 2002 - 12:45 p.m.

A lack of brains.

I wish I could think. But cannot. And will not try. The brains have been removed overnight with a wire whisk and a silver serving spoon. The cavity filled with grass clippings and small flour filled balloons.

Instead, it is too bright out, bothers the eyes.

I will curl back into bed, and pretend to start to hibernate.

�It is the wrong season, you nit wit,� claims a shrill voice.

Pff. I did say I would pretend.

N.

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