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Wednesday, November 14 2001 - 7:27 p.m. Today, I paid my car payment, just barely on time. And I wore my red shirt. I only have one red shirt. And I drove to work and didn't swear at anyone. And I went with Pete to Arby's at lunchtime and I ate. And I did some work. A lot of work. But not enough work. And I drove home, and I swore once. And I ate dinner with Jason. And here I am. With a bunch of other stuff in between, too. But I just gave you the highlights there. My headache is of the devil. I found Louise's Christmas present today. Yes. No happy stories, only this stuff. There is a cafe next door to where I work, and in order to get from the back office to the front you have to pass by it. And every time, I am gripped with a nearly overwhelming urge to press myself against the window and look longingly at the people's food. Not because I'm hungry. Just to see what they'd do. I had a dream last night that a guy broke into my house but was apprehended by my gardener. I don't have a gardener. I don't have a garden. What will I do if a guy breaks into my house? This guy, in my dream, was in love with me. I cut him with a piece of jagged metal because he put his hand on my leg. And still he refused to move his hand, even as I was cutting him, because he was touching me. And that was more important than bleeding, I guess. I know what you're thinking. Where the hell was my gardener during all of this? That's what I'd like to know. ___________________________________ I have spiders in my eyelids. And ghosts in the cheese. With apologies to Lux Interior,
-Mlle R
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