I Even Forgot a Title

Tea: Stomach Soother

Music: Oingo Boingo, "Dead Man's Party"

Time: Night.

My head is a-jumble with thoughts, few of them coherent. (Sometimes being And Boy has its drawbacks.)

I could rant about the Chinese and their Orwellympian schtick of changing the present by changing the past. (Oooh. I like that word. I'm going to keep it.) But nothing's going to change ... the IOC and the international gymnastics federation aren't likely to make the host country lose face.

I could go on about my inadvertent backpacking trek this afternoon. (Better not, though.) I shouldn't grouse, though. I got in a good walk, even if it was raining.

Or I could say something about ...

Darn.

I forgot.