"...you're no match for that sulky girl..."
might


06 April 2004 05:52 slightly sunnier, slightly warmer
past perfect | future perfect
then | now
peek | scrawl
compose | notes
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stuff to ponder

my head is stuffed up and so is my chest and there is a yowling orange-and-white cat outside my door who will bonk my head with his when i go to brush my teeth.

i need to: put on some clothes, walk the dog, feed the animals, make sure the trash is out, clean the litterboxes, brush my teeth, take a shower, get dressed for work, earn a living, get my head examined (no, really).

then i will sleep some more.

someday, i will not feel like someone has filled my head with rubber cement while i slept. i'm sure of it.

to celebrate slightly sunnier, slightly warmer weather, i have been listening to the rushmore soundtrack over and over again.

love, might

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