posted by dave on Thursday, August 6, 2009 at 8:21 PM in category pictures, quickies
Today, on the way home, I saw an old woman trying to push a car on the shoulder of the highway. That was odd, but what made it even more odd was that there was what appeared to be a teenaged boy in the driver's seat. I stopped, but the old woman said that she'd called her son and he was on his way. The kid (her grandson?) didn't say anything.
She is here. I haven't seen her since I carried her down LaptopGirl's stairs, a million years ago.
It's too early for these people to be this damn LOUD. They're not pacing themselves at all.
Today I'm craving a Hawaiian pizza from Pizza Hut. It's been a long time since I've had one of those.
My shoe is deafening today.
I slept for 10 hours. So I guess I'm caught up for now. It's about damn time.
Suddenly, there are not enough hours in the day.
Yesterday's commutes weren't too bad, but today's sucked.
My shoe is making a horrible racket today. It's making me self-conscious.
I wish I had my swing. I can't believe I haven't fixed it yet. Oh, wait, I can totally believe it.
Okay, I'm done. Too much cruelty.
So very...
Wondering how long of a commute this is going to be. Less than an hour, I hope.
This silence, it screams at me.
A thousand times a day, I resist, and I stay silent. It's only for those rare times when I must speak that I get shit.
Decision time
Trying to decide if it's a good idea to start a new job with a hangover. Probably not.
Something I made up in a dream today
Into the abyss of the unknown I tumble, flailing and flapping for added style. I will find the bottom, or it, me. Only then might I be able to stand once again.
Going to Rich O's tonight for a celebratory beer, and hoping I don't have any bullshit surprises.
It's over
My Summer vacation is over. I start a new job tomorrow.
eight hundred and sixty-four
That's my estimate of how many loads of laundry I need to do.
I want to wake up. I want this nightmare to be over.
These feelings aren't hurting anyone but me, and I wish people would stop trying to talk me out of them.
There are lots of LOUD people here. I hope they leave soon so I don't have to murder them.
Just hoping for what's best, though I'm not sure what that might me.
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