March weather in the Mojave is like belly-button lint - - you can't stop forgetting it's always like this. Last night dreams took us to a log jam on a California freeway then to the kitchen where a nifty device was putting interesting shapes to onion slices. Fascinating. The two hour awakenings are thoughtful but slightly anxious by the desire to get back to sleep. I stay in the present by going to this spot and conjuring up some topics to place here, so you can tell last night's ceiling watch yielded nada.

1) - the hand held shower is your muse. Fretting over something as trivial as the dingles thwarts your inner genius so let that morning hose off splash away your blockage of the brilliance you possess.
2) - always squirm when taking that eye test that determines if you have macular degeneration . The dingles can make you miss a dot or two on the screen - squirm and use it as an excuse if the test shows that you've failed
3) - Frequently adjust the hang in your boxer shorts. Theorists believe wrong sided hang can intensify the you-know-what-I'm-sayin' feelings.
4) - keeping Telluride as your bucket list choice of visitations to-be. No explanation on this one.
5) - never use the dingles as your "I can top that" in discussions about cancer. Some call this "white people problems" - accept your blessings that are devoid of real problems and show it in your conversations with people that have heavy shit to deal with.
6) - the blend of Dr.Teals and sea salt/citrus/oil is the supreme soak. This is a BIG one - look, man, dingles need soaking and trust me - this is the soak that Fisher Price wants to patent.
7) - never let them know you shart sometimes when you sneeze the give-away, the reveal, the clincher for losing your audience - - sharting happens, deal with it.

I snuck in some thinking from years ago to digress from venting on the arousal situation. A little dingles talk was chosen because this guy has N O - O complaints which somehow look that way here. Rhymin' hymen.