He's getting to me. I swear...

Right now, I'm trying to write an entry, and Didgeridoo Boy is sitting right beside me saying that he for certain saw Totsi the Dog in news videos today carrying an AK-47 and wearing a scarf across her face. "She had a clipboard with some maps on it and sh*t, pointin'." "She was placing her RPG teams on the ridge." Naturally, I can't remember what I was going to write - it had something to do with the fact that part two of the Halloween door entry will be tomorrow, but beyond that, it's just *gone*.

But at least Didge sitting beside me and spinning such a derailing tale helped me realize where a completely effed up, out of nowhere thought might have had its beginnings. We were just at the grocery store, and I as I was turning to go down an aisle my eyes landed on something that tickled me: A can of corn big enough for me to use as a step stool.

The idea of standing on it isn't what I'm referring to - actually, that's kind of a good idea, now that I think about it. The next time I'm shopping and and can't reach something, I'll go grab one of these. What I am referring to is what entered my head out of stone, cold nowhere, just after I looked up. "I could bowl with that." Do what now? When the hell did I start thinking of bowling with giant cans of corn? And along with that, there was the crystal clear image of the giant can of corn rolling right smack into a rolling display rack that contained little boxes and packets of seasoning stuff. The can, rolling, would push it. It would roll right down into the next one. What might happen if I bowled that giant can of corn? I actually stopped in my tracks.

You know how a thing that is about to malfunction will begin to sputter and cough? That is what my mind is doing, I think. I've shut myself in the bedroom to regroup. Didge? He's out in the living room saying, "Papakimaroo? Papakimaroo.", cranking the volume on the television to try to bait me back out of hiding.

I need some description of pill.