Yeah, my blood's slightly warm, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't tweak the truth, there's so much moderation
A handful of Senators sink into contemplation...
February 18, 2014
Said Meade — referencing recent discussions of "micro-aggression" as well as the old Barry McGuire song "The Eve of Destruction" — after I call attention to the small destructions that seemed to be the theme of the day here at Meadhouse. This morning, he left the room while the bacon was cooking, and I, with my anosmia, did nothing when it burned. Later, I knocked a glass onto the kitchen floor and it splintered, and then, just now, it seemed like the chili might be headed over the edge into charring.