Whoo. Someone needs some "rest".

Good start to an overcast monday.

I think the St. John's Wort makes me nervous in the service. What does that saying mean anyway? I go look up now.

If You're Nervous in the Service" was a marching song that was sung by female soldiers in World War II. Marching songs of this kind were for the purpose of keeping everyone in step, and they often had humorous lyrics:

"If you're nervous in the service, And you don't know what to do, Have a baby, get out of the Navy."

There ya go. Don't tell me I haven't learned you nothing.

SO anyway. Felt like I was a little too wound up today and decided to go buy some Valerian. Ya that's right, I'm a herbal junky. It worked real good. I feel relaxed now. So relaxed, I just stood in fascination, for a little too long, at the garbage can in the office lunch room and held the stalk of a big plant that had been thrown out. It was real big and had this big open channel inside of it suround by smaller open channels with each of them being, in turn, surrounded by even smaller channels. A fractal of nature. I kept thinking, "A fractal, a fractal. That's where the water goes. A fractal, a fractal." I was actually a little grossed-out too. Like cells in a microscope. All visceral and living and raw. It's called being 100% completely insane.

So there I was, holding this recently abandoned plant stalk, still half in the garbage, lost in fascination from a valerian-fuelled stupor, looking and thinking like a mad-woman. Luckily I don't think anyone really noticed. Or if they did, they didn't care.

Now I'm eating a pear and I can feel all the littel pear cells all compacted, fractalling their way into my cells. Okay, I can't really but I bet I could if I thought about it.

Moving on.

How's about that local sports team?

Sigh.