Vitamin D

O the sun shone bright on my old clean-shaven dome today. Got a little sun-drunk (although also thirsty) walking home without a hat. Dangerous living! Buster Keaton's The Navigator awaits a spin. Read William Hope Hodgson's moody "The Voice of the Night" at lunch today. More fear of fungus. Further to sipping tequila, I have before me a bottle of Herradura Añejo. Hm. Caramelly, but with a harshish (not hashish) aftertaste. Listening to the Velvet Underground, "O sweet nuthin', she ain't got nuthin' at all." Hope everyone's having a good time at their respective Easter cons!