a funny number day… an odd day all around. feels a lot later than it is, or at least it did, but the real time seems to be catching up to the time it feels like it is. we’re going to head out into the night air and collect some funny paper. so much of now seems to be spent on tomorrow… interesting how much of life is spent in preparation for life. but know this, 2L bottles of coke, when in the right hands, are crazy. crazier than digby and ginger put together.
I’m taking tonight off because I need to, and because I can. My dadoo is much less hurty today, though still a bit of a trial. it’s nice to be nice, and it’s often hard to ignore an undone button fly… especially when the politics of spain are involved. also, my library sounds like a vampire-hunter’s den. just missing the green strobe lights and leather everything. wtf super typical noisey rave movie music?
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