I want to go curl up in the chest freezer. Not because I'm cold or anything but because we've had that freezer since I was fairly young and I've always imagined just climbing into it. Now that it's cleaned out and defrosted again, I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem. I don't want to lay down in it or anything. I just want to sit in it. It's deep enough that I wouldn't bump my head when I close the lid.
I remember all these strange warnings when I was a kid about not playing in old refrigerators.
I don't remember there ever being an old refrigerator just... around and available for kids to frolic around. But I've had this strong mental image of a hide and seek game that turns tragic when little Timmy picks the *perfect* spot to hide and isn't found until weeks later when there are packs of wild dogs growling and licking at that stinky refrigerator in the abandoned lot right besides the old refinery (or what have you).
Maybe it was in a movie or a television show or something and at this point I just *think* that it's an original thought.
Very possible.

I decided last night that I *really* don't like Rush and I just don't get the appeal. I get more visceral musical enjoyment from Spinal Tap. Seriously. Neither do I have a great love of Led Zeppelin , Yes, The Who, The Eagles, or Black Sabbath.
I can understand why they were good in their time. But as far as wanting to listen to them in *this* time when I don't have to , well, I'll pass.
And ya know.... I don't understand the joy of indie rock either.... I dunno. There's the possibility that I just haven't heard the "right" things. But I doubt it.

I'm really scattered. I'm actually *really* tired. And it isn't even full dark out yet.
jeeze