A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- until only the roaches remain disorganized sunday morning. first was planning on going to the Matsuri festival today, then was about to scrap those plans to clean up and make room for some furniture but the furniture deal appears to have fallen through so now i should grab a quick shower and go downtown. not feeling terribly sharp today though with my double-barrel earache, mostly cured on one side but no progress on the other. I should just scrap the day. If i go i will spend more than i planned to and i still need to phone in tomorrow's needles. very kafkaesque dream last night (with a little old-school Disney thrown in for good measure) about just being a big stupid bug at some point they just had to take me out back and squish me like i was a scuttling, chitinous version of Old Yeller. Much hilarity ensued as the other cast members of this mental break looked high and low for a big enough shoe to do the job and afterwards enough paper-towels with which to scrape me off. It was chilly in here...hmmmm...who knows maybe it was a slight fever. 12:43 p.m. - 2003-02-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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