Out shopping tonight. Didn't buy a thing. It's the thought that counts, right?

Seeing good deals, but feeling close to a depression, and not just the emotional kind. America doesn't feel right to me now. Something might be happening. I sense a dark cloud. Maybe a dust storm coming.

Do you feel it at all?

Can't imagine riding atop a train like Woody did in "Bound for Glory" with all the Amtraks that are arriving at solid objects hard.

I think about how important Evel Knievel was to my childhood.

In Big Lots with my sis-in-law and can't find her for the longest time. Walking and walking. The store ain't that big. What's up?

A teenage pregnant epileptic has collapsed in the aisle and SIL (sis-in-law) is calling paramedics on her cell. She's a hero!

In another store, I have to sit in a chair for a bit to calm down and it's a demo of a back massager. Just what I need. Feels good. Too good, maybe. Something odd about it. Some weird AI vib.

I walk away feeling ill, like I have just been molested. Seriously. Not good. What's going on?

My head is throbbing again. Bad.

Outside it's cold. My head is wet with sweat. I can smell wood burning from all the stoves and fireplaces. I also smell BBQ.

I'm thinking I'm going to Fast in December. All month! Even Xmas, no dinner!

My stomach churned when I finished that sentence and I had to go throw up. I hate throwing up, unless it's part of a joke, or to get out of getting mugged.

My teeth hurt now. I don't know why. Acid? Acid from my stomach?

I could power an electric car with the battery my stomach acid could fill. Goodbye November! It was good hanging with ya!