random bits of fluff

Stuff that's on my mind:

• I decided a long time ago (right after the last time I got a speeding ticket) that I wouldn't speed anymore
• mainly because it's dangerous
• but also because I'm tired of getting speeding tickets
• which isn't exactly true
• what I'm really tired of is taking Defensive Driving class
• Anyway
• I realized this morning that 35 mph seems fast enough
• which makes me feel two things at the same time.
• One, that I'm getting really old,
• because HELLO - 35 mph is slow
• and Two, thank heaven because it has really been a drag trying to watch my speed and slow down ALL the time.
• I was also thinking about how cRazY I feel when I'm feverish
• like loony-bin crazy
• hallucinations
• visual and...and...and whatever that word is that means you hear it
• aural?
• Do you ever wonder if people really have an aura?
• That they might really bugs me
• I don't want people having inside information on me
• I would be bummed if people could "read" my aura without my knowledge
• Would they know that a lot of the time I'm pretending to be understanding and patient but really I'm thinking "Get with the program, people. It's not that hard."
• But that I am also at the same time thinking, "Man, this program is hard."
• Or would the aura-reading people just know that I'm inconsistent and basically flaky?
• Which of course begs the question - Amy, do you really think people have to see your so-called aura to know that you're inconsistent and flaky? Get a grip, Mrs. Dub.
• Anyway, back to the feverish hallucinations
• When I was a whole lot younger than I am now I worked in a store where I engraved the items that I sold
• jewelry, name tags, lighters, pens, other fancy crap that people bought
• like that sweet, silver baby cup in the picture
• I've engraved hundreds of those little cups
• and I really loved engraving
• and sometimes when I imagine myself finding a job I think "I'd like to do engraving again"
• but then I realize that most everybody is doing their engraving with a computer engraver now
• which is not the same at all
• because a computer doesn't have the love
• and if you're buying a special gift, like a sterling silver baby cup,
• and going to the trouble of having it engraved
• don't you want it to have the love of a human being and not the soul-less-ness of a computer?
• Anyway, when I used to be an engraver we used what we called "copy"
• which were all these little brass plates, hundreds of them, that each had a letter or number on them
• we would use them to spell out whatever name or date or sentiment was going to be engraved on the item
• and we copied over the letters with a stylus that had on its other end a diamond-tipped engraving thingy
• ANYWAY
• whenever I am feverish I hallucinate myself with a stylus going over and over and over my engraving copy.
• Loopy, fanciful, elegant letters and numbers and designs
• which I suppose is better than hallucinating monsters and bogey men
• but still
• it's enough to drive you bonkers.

That's enough. Carry on, people.