30 November 2003 21:34

being confused with mrs. frisby is one of my favorite things ever.

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my vacation is over. i will go to sleep and wake up to the crazy nature sounds of my new alarm clock, and then it will be back to work with me. i dream of things other than cubicles. my neighbor pulled a dead raccoon out of the chimney of their house. its poor corpse was raining maggots into the fireplace in his room. that's the grossest thing of the day. last night i dreamt that that neighbor was trying to kill me. this was before i found out about the raccoon. it's been a while since i've felt the kind of physical contentment that spreads across your shoulder blades like a warm hand. my eyes are clear. there should be fun times ahead. love, might