Birds in Hand Home Previous Entry Next Entry . . August 19, 2004 . Current Reading: Running With Scissors - Augusten Burroughs This is my kind of book: funny, twisted and autobiographical. It's a wonder the boy turned out halfway sane. . Geez...this is one of those nights where it's easy to to forget it's not an episode of the Twilight Zone. It's so hot and humid out there, I'm almost sure the Earth has finally slipped the bonds of orbit and is hurtling herself toward the sun, in a suicidal effort to rid herself once and for all of all the little irritants that keeps causing all that itching like so many fleas. No, the humidity is not a result of it being the South in August - it is the seas turning to so much steam. The media's not saying anything because of the panic factor, you know. Heh - I'm not a product of pop culture, am I?

An ode to Camellia I don't know how I did without you for so long. I love you. Without you, I feel incomplete - listless, tired and unwilling to go on. As I look at your rich auburn color, I can hardly wait until we are one. Your very fragrance is nearly intoxicating and it brings back memories of other times whenever I smell it. Even when you are bitter, I know you will be sweet in no time. ;-) Your essence carries me through my day, I truly cannot live without you. I love and adore you, Camellia Sinensis. Oh, I am truly going to literary hell for that one. It was a great pot of tea, though. Page and graphics Copyright 2004 D. Firewolf