Revoltin' Holler

My indigestible food was indigestible, so I was condemned to spend long midnight hours awake, with neither the power to sleep nor the energy to rise.  Therefore I entertained myself with thoughts of Keynes and cargo cults, and whether limited companies have owners, and how to stimulate the grassroots economy without spending a dime, and many other like matters which it will behove me to have mastered when soon I rule the entire world.

The way I figure it, when one's digestion is temporarily spoiled anyway, there can be no better time to contemplate the controversies that might otherwise spoil it when it is fab.

I did get in 460 words on the novel before the more creative and empathetic centres of my brain packed up for the night.  Dance, characters, dance!

And... this afternoon the six-week summer vacation begins.  YEEEE-HAWWWW!