Gothic PEZ
6:37 AM on a Wednesday morning. I’ve been a day without sleep, my eyes are tired, and I have nothing to say.
The coolest thing I’ve learned about halos: besides representing supernatural or divine power, they are also symbolic of cages. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?
I can’t get Tori Amos’ song “Hey Jupiter” out of my head at the moment. Wonder why that is?
I have a Gothic PEZ dispenser. Really.
— JWR, 1997
EDITOR’S NOTE: The date on this entry (and on all of the “I Have Nothing To Say” entries) has been arbitrarily assigned to preserve the sequence that they were originally posted in. All were written in 1997 but, at that point, I was only identifying my journal’s entries by the time at which they were written.