Thursday, February 23, 2006 Hush
Earlier today I was lying on the couch, and my chest was rattling away, and no matter how hard I smiled when I said, "Look, baby! Look! Just like you!" I couldn't convince the cat I was purring. Then I fell asleep and had a needlessly complicated dream that I was changing the wheels on my skates, but I kept putting them on backwards and losing little washers in the couch. (The dream also took place on the couch.)
It's been a lousy couple of weeks for just about everyone I know. I missed two practices this week, and a day and a half of work. My housemate got hit by a car when he was on his bike. He dislocated his shoulder, so he can't work for about six weeks, which puts my dumb week in perspective a little bit, or should.
I haven't had a cigarette in four days, and maybe that's why I'm surly. I haven't decided whether to do the only reasonable thing and keep the streak going after I get better. I'm withholding a decision pending on whether I actually get better. So far, no one I know who's caught this has.
Another set of housemates, uninjured, came in earlier with a trashbag of XXL Def Lepard tour shirts from 2005. Tracy and I both got in the same one and flailed around for a while, but at the end of the end of the night, did we just stretch a perfectly good shirt?
(No.) posted by Frenz | 2/23/2006 10:44:00 PM
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