i got a piece of mail in my mailbox that wasn’t mine, it was my neighbor’s.  he’s this guy who is about 40 years old.  he hardly ever talks when i see him and he keeps to himself.  anyway, the addressee on the piece of mail was “Kathy” something.  his name is not kathy.  maybe he murdered her.  maybe her body is rotting away under his bed, or on his bed.  maybe he has post mortem sex with her body.  maybe he stuffed her in the freezer and is eating her slowly.  no, that couldn’t be, the freezers are tiny.  but it has to be along these lines.  well, this will have to be investigated further.

when soldering with lead solder, is it bad that your lungs feel funny when you breathe? they don’t hurt…it feels very clean.  maybe this is the first stage of dying.  i soldered my speaker wires together, because i was extending them, and i burned the tip of my middle finger in the process.  maybe my wits are shot because i’m dying.

i’m buying bob dylan’s cds in order.  the times they are a-changin’ is his third.  i did cheat through the course of my life, and i have about four other cds from here and there, but i’m trying to stay on course.  it takes me about 3-6 months before i get the next one.  also, i get his bootleg series as they come out.  maybe compulsive collecting is a first sign of dying.