The end.
Friday, March 16, 2007
shut eye
I'm drinking orange juice because I craved it. Found a dentist this week. X-rays taken, teeth cleaned. Experienced drama. Hugged my cat. The trees are beginning to blossom. Need to buy avocados. Sleep is for the weak. And the sleepy. Someone wrote on my hand in red ink, but I think it must be gibberish because it's only shapes. Or the word "yacht." But why would anyone write the word "yacht" in funny shapes on my hand? Because I'm reminiscent of a sailing vessel? Because I'm sea-worthy? Because I'm high maintenance? Oh the humanity!
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