Yesterday I went to an actual, non-cancer-hospital dentist. That's the first time I've gone to a non-cancer-hospital dentist since I had cancer. It thus marks a milestone.
Observation: I prefer cancer hospitals to dentists.
What I'm listening to right now.
They Might Be Giants, "I Love You for Psychological Reasons."
Lyrics.
lately I've taken to vacantly making repetitive movements mistakenly seen as improvements
nearing perfection but wisely electing to shun my reflection preferring instead shoe inspection
cheese and chalk do not talk but their eyes synchronize with a secret rhythm
which is a way one could say that I love you for psychological reasons
mumbling failure in jail my extremities flail and I wail though my arms and my legs to the chair are nailed
under the table unwilling unable the torture's medieval the dream is a fable with feeble wings
why does the mouse share the house with the louse they won't say but they feel their feelings
doesn't subtract from the fact that I love you for psychological reasons
reasons I can't really go into now
reasons we should probably not get into right now
I'm ashamed to admit I'm afraid of assuming the blame for my lame abnegation of braveness and fame
brain in a jar in a car in reverse I'm rehearsing the way I'll replay how to say how to be where you are
flammable undiagrammable sentiments pass between animal beings
hard to explain but it's plain that I love you for psychological reasons
why does the mouse share the house with the louse they won't say but they feel their feelings
doesn't subtract from the fact that I love you for psychological reasons
reasons I can't really go into now
reasons we should probably not get into right now
[daily log: walking, 6.5km]
