Saturday, January 31, 2004 This is not a hazard
My friends who are housing me right now have fireplace in their living room. Clearly, we must burn things. So today we spent the afternoon in a certain park, collecting firewood. This is not necessarily legal, but if we were questioned, we figured we'd tell the park ranger that we were MICA students looking for sculpture materials. Presumably, this would let them drop any ugly allegations of deforestation.
Now the living room is filled with the sticks and branches we were able to break off some dead trees (they were really dead. I could tell because they were fairly dramaticaly uprooted on the ground.). The local cats have been hiding in them.
I'm leery of fireplaces, because I don't know of anyone who has one that functions perfectly. I'd prefer that we not asphixiate tonight. On the other hand, it's saturday, and there's nothing on television.
I'm trying to hoard all my books for the study, and it's a bummer, because I want to read them now. I'd planned on bringing tweezers and finally getting my eyebrows in check, but my tweezers are in another state, and I'm not even sure which one. Moving is a goddamn curse.
posted by Frenz | 1/31/2004 07:05:00 PM
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