We were meeting for lunch at the Maplewood Mall
noon you said
and don’t be late like you usually are
but I had forgotten to set the alarm
and my clothes were wrinkled
my hair was a fright
couldn’t find my car keys to save my life
they finally turned up in the vegetable drawer
I put on some lipstick and opened the door
and Monitor lizards were in the front yard
Komodo dragons wherever I looked
and one waddled up as Komodos will do
I gave him a bop on his big lizard nose
got in the car and I drove and I drove
and tried to come up with a story to tell
one you’d believe and one I could sell
it was 12:45 when I finally arrived
late for our lunch at the Maplewood Mall
soon as you saw me
first thing you said
long as we’re here I should buy you a watch
by then I’d decided confession was best
and spilled my guts on the whole stupid mess
the unset alarm and the vegetable drawer
the Monitor

I gave platelets and plasma today and it happened again! Something went wrong and I had to switch arms. I think my days of always getting stuck in the left arm may be over because the vein just has too much scar tissue. Joy. Also, I just had to restart my laptop several times because it will still connect to the WiFi but it won't get web pages. This time at least once it was connecting to this site in particular but not to any others. I got several pages from E2 but couldn't get it from any other sites

Many old British folk songs are about sex, witches, magicians and pagan entities, ghosts/demons, revenge or bloody and grisly deeds. This one (Child Ballad №93), is said to the the tale of revenge by a mason who'd worked for a Northern English or Scottish lord, and hadn't been paid. When I first heard the song News for Noders