Cosmollision

So, that word is used here on the Maaco adverts which advertise repairs and paint jobs on your car. What exactly is a 'Cosmollision specialist'? Presumably a combination of 'collision' and 'cosmetic'? I wish people would just speak properly here, and not make up words.

This weekend seems to have gone scarily fast. Apart from taking the car into the garage, and tootling round a few places to drop off library books, get gas, and drop a thankyou present off to my friend, there has been little of substance on my part. Denise has been working hard on essays about Roman cities and learning German vocab, and I have done little other than read her essays and provide encouragement. There has been much tv watching, some avoiding of the fact that it is Christmas, and some increasingly weird and fragmented dreams. The last of which combined an old boyfriend, one of the forum structures that Denise was writing about, a funeral, a pub dinner, beer, and a couple of arguments. Needless to say I woke up confused.

Further blogging to come nearer Christmas, when my thoughts have sorted themselves out a bit. Really clear stuff only comes to me when I go to bed at night, so by the time I come to blog in the evening it's mostly become a load of ramble. I shall try and record it day by day. Not that you won't have heard most of it before.

A thought to finish, from Robin Morgan: Don't accept rides from strange men, and remember that all men are strange. Occasionally cute, but still strange....