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Jul. 21st, 2004 10:49 amI did in fact get to sleep last night, and moreover, when I was going to sleep I forgot to turn on my alarm clock, so I woke up the exact minute I was supposed to be catching the bus. It's funny how that always happens.
They were raking, and that's what woke me up. Anyway, it sounded like raking. The stoned painting boys have been doing some strange things lately, so there's really no telling. So if anyone sees me today, I'm looking so unputtogether (more than usual) because I was trying to get to work on time. I don't know why, though.
I checked, and I could smell burned things but not see them, so I'll have to look again.
And then when I got here and was turning on the lights the phone rang and scared me and I jerked my hand right into the comb of Eloise, the taxidermied chicken in a box, and I cut my arm on it. (How's that for a sentence?) It's not a very bad cut, but I don't really like starting off my morning sliced by a dead chicken. It's just a thing I have.
So, uh, fuck all this work stuff. I'll be writing letters today.
They were raking, and that's what woke me up. Anyway, it sounded like raking. The stoned painting boys have been doing some strange things lately, so there's really no telling. So if anyone sees me today, I'm looking so unputtogether (more than usual) because I was trying to get to work on time. I don't know why, though.
I checked, and I could smell burned things but not see them, so I'll have to look again.
And then when I got here and was turning on the lights the phone rang and scared me and I jerked my hand right into the comb of Eloise, the taxidermied chicken in a box, and I cut my arm on it. (How's that for a sentence?) It's not a very bad cut, but I don't really like starting off my morning sliced by a dead chicken. It's just a thing I have.
So, uh, fuck all this work stuff. I'll be writing letters today.