A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- pieces of planes and blackbox recorders don't lie I fucked up my groceries last friday...Ran out of bottled water and lately the tap tastes vaguely crunchy. Ran out of something sugary, it feels like i'm own in the low 70's or high 60's, which is funny in that nonsensical way because i am in some way sick which should have my glucose reading somewhere between 100 and 120 by my own half-assed estimate. if i feel better in the morning i will go into the office, but it's no sure bet... maybe i will try and go find something to do to kill the day and see the year out. wonder if channel eleven will have footage of flies fucking,if not, i do have my NIN video box set and i think that is in there somewhere, half a bottle of chocolate silk turning into cocoa tofu in the lower compartment of the fridge... but no, i didn't leave it in the sink i feel old tonight. 11:27 p.m. - 2002-12-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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