Belgian endives, morsels, pilates, and frags

A couple days gone by already and it isn't like I haven't thought about this here thing; but between getting the loose ends of Graduate school apps tied-up, assisting in shenanigans, and making time (before I find I ain't got it) matter, I've found it hard to keep certain thoughts together long enough from the bottle through the car ride to the keyboard. But Hell, I'm getting better with my thumbs and I've slept peacefully sans capybaras named Tahoma narrating awkward scenes. Tonight is the genius of flip night down at Hoolie's and I'm hoping to piece together the fragments when I make it home. The pavement will stay out of my mouth. We'll bridge the gap, even if it means submerging certain parts.