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the day is nice, but I suppose the dust got to me. passing out instead of the anatomy quiz was clearly the best choice for all, and so they
rolled me up and bundled me off to the carpet factory. now all i have to look forward to is a crispy chicken dinner, and really, I can't complain.
tomorrow is closer to valentine's day but i haven't made any plans for breaking the lockdown. i might steal the key from under the couch and break a pinata on the far side of town.
i also wonder if i will ever see the far side of omaha again, but it's probably for the best, that town is only getting dirtier and the roads go too many ways. i might find some music in a case somewhere and play it on my violin, but it will probably take too long and i've got too much time to swallow. so i will check on my mother and hibernate for days, the only way to get anything done around here.
i can't speak in anything but gibberish but neither can anyone else as far as i can see. towards the evening i feel like stretching my legs so i won't want to volunteer for anything but a cold bus ride.
why aren't all chairs made of cushion?
rolled me up and bundled me off to the carpet factory. now all i have to look forward to is a crispy chicken dinner, and really, I can't complain.
tomorrow is closer to valentine's day but i haven't made any plans for breaking the lockdown. i might steal the key from under the couch and break a pinata on the far side of town.
i also wonder if i will ever see the far side of omaha again, but it's probably for the best, that town is only getting dirtier and the roads go too many ways. i might find some music in a case somewhere and play it on my violin, but it will probably take too long and i've got too much time to swallow. so i will check on my mother and hibernate for days, the only way to get anything done around here.
i can't speak in anything but gibberish but neither can anyone else as far as i can see. towards the evening i feel like stretching my legs so i won't want to volunteer for anything but a cold bus ride.
why aren't all chairs made of cushion?