You know, there are times when it's a source of personal pride to not be human.

It's a cruel season that makes you get ready for bed while it's light out.

I must follow the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.

It's only work if somebody makes you do it.

I think most of us would be horrified to meet ourselves and discover what everyone else already knows about us.

Since September it's just gotten colder and colder. There's less daylight now, I've noticed too. This can only mean one thing - the sun is going out. In a few more months the Earth will be a dark and lifeless ball of ice. Dad says the sun isn't going out. He says its colder because the earth's orbit is taking us farther from the sun. He says winter will be here soon. Isn't it sad how some people's grip on their lives is so precarious that they'll embrace any preposterous delusion rather than face an occasional bleak truth?

Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine, oh, gossamer web of wond'rous design! Such beauty and grace wild nature produces... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices!