Roger Mexico

Glory...gory, I'mafoolyeah. I didn't think I would ever be able to get a blog on this site because apparently everyone in the universe-alien and farm animal-now has a blog site. My url came from a random finger placement in Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow. Thank god there wasn't already a Roger Mexico in this land of blogsphere urls because there sure as hell is a "sureto" a "pancakes" a "dingledangle" a "dingle," definitely an "arrgh."

I checked out a few other free blogsites before resigning myself to this one. Let me tell you, some of the folks at Xanga.com really love their pets and letting you know-to the millisecond-how long they've been dating Becky. It's okay. I realize that here I am with nothing to say so I crack on innocent others. (By the way it's been 1 year, 9 months, 4 days, 23 hours, 3 minutes, 40.001 milliseconds for me)

A few nights ago I had a dream that I was on a floating dock. A friend told me how he beat the seasickness everyone else was experiencing. He told me that he would just skip breakfast and later take one of his pills instead. I asked him what type of drug was in the small white capsule and he said, "It's scrambled eggs. Once I swallow the pill, I feel like I've had a wonderful scrambled eggs breakfast, and I don't feel nauseous."

I think it meant that I should start taking vitamins again. Either that or I was just hungry.