February 27, 2005
Constance is currently on crutches. She tripped over the ottoman in the Oak room and hit the floor like a rock. "I am only clumsy when I am awake," she tells me at the hospital. At least she still has her sense of humor. The nurses chased me away and while I was trying to leave I soon found myself lost. I ended up in the equipment graveyard. I thought I was on the set of a Roger Corman picture. There was a soda machine in the next room so I purchased a diet ginger ale, and took the opportunity to digress. Several things came to me as I took my own blood pressure. How come they don't make it easier to travel by train? Why don't they make boxed aspirin anymore? And my final note, Diary; is there anything more mystifying than foreign animation? Until we meet again.