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2002-02-16 An hour early to work on a Saturday morning, listening to Modest Mouse way too early and eating left over sushi with wasabi for breakfast. I actually forgot where my eight ball was, I haven't used you at all since he's left town. I shake it and get a vague answer and bowl it against the wall. Not feeling very social anymore just wanting to adopt some fish and talk to them and read books wrapped in my ragged rainbow granny square afghan being as still as possible as the dust flows in upon the light in warmth. |