Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Wednesday, March 20, 2002

Things of note:
  • Blueberry pancakes at breakfast. Since when? Also, reaffirmation: people who fuck with the toaster will all be gone in the first set of purges.
  • Another 500 words. I feel like a Writer. Yeah.
  • I'm running perilously close to the HECS deadline. Again. Bugger.
  • Red shoes still hurt my feet. "But they look so comfortable!" B protests. Yeah.
  • Goth on a bicycle!!
  • More Zombie than you can shake a stick at. Should you feel like shaking a stick.
  • I have a ring. Cheap, slightly tacky, covers the first section of my middle finger. Five bucks. Dinky little bag from oh-so-label store. I am a sellout.
  • My ears are stuffed! I demand a new pair.

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