The number of times, and altitudes, are astonishing. Fear not but how annoying, to not be heard but to be asked over and over, rabbits chewing but never digesting - might need a rabbits foot so watch out! Henry never did like milk in his tea, preferring lemon she made the effort to pluck a particularly juicey one for him. Addition on the calculator with a divide here and there to the scope of the estimated effort involved, written in prose just to confuse everyone and put to bed. Lights at night from space aren't so much humbling as they are worrying, and lets face it, my 60 watt lightbulb doesn't reach that far anyway. Simulation, stimulation, saliva makes things taste better so I'll gladly spit in your food. Hey did you see the polevaulting? surprisingly rivoting. I lost an address, uncharacteristically detailing vitals on a slip of whispy now very lost paper. Enough details retained to find the rest, but it took some doing. Elven features, perfect pitch, eternally happy, completely aware. Doesn't give me the Willies but I wish it did. I love you. Pass the salt.

I've run out of things to say. Not that there isn't anything going on in my brain but if I wrote it down it would look a little like a train wreck, if Train A left traveling North at 2pm carrying Thesauruses and collided with Train B that was traveling South carrying Dictionaries. Not that the words'd be that exciting - just piled high. Or smeared all over the tracks and surrounding countryside in a way that'd make you say "damn! thank god no one was hurt" So, I'm going to draw for a while - if you'd like to be a guest blogger, drop me a story/post/comment/whatever at jamjar at the jamjar dot com and I'll post what you send me.

Reading Lost Pilgrim - got me wondering, what is your worst nightmare? and yes, that *is* the time.