Sunday, December 18, 2005 There's no such thing as next year.
Tonight I ate Chinese food, and an hour later I was hungry again, just as it is written in the prophecy. Tomorrow the moon will turn to blood.
All the shirts I like to wear were dirty when I had to get up and get dressed this morning, so I dipped into the closet of business casual items I never wear. The bargain I've made with myself recently is that I get to wear any old damn thing and not be mortified, but I must ignore my body from the neck down. It works, to a point. Now my biz-cas shirt is all covered with spots of coffee.
I didn't get enough sleep last night, and if this respectable shirt was the only casualty of my slow reflexes, then I think that's fine. I skipped open skate tonight because I was tired. Now that it's safe to do so without risking physical activity, I wish I'd gone. posted by Frenz | 12/18/2005 10:41:00 PM
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