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Terrible storms never came last night OR today. I swear the radio told me they were coming. Anyway, don't throw rocks at me. I had fun last night. I was dance-assaulted by a faux Matt Pinfield, apologized to for being bumped into, and greatly amused by a crazy homeless man with eyeball glasses and a cow skull. If ever I find myself without a roof over my head, I think I'm going to go that route. He was like a demented Hamlet. It was awesome.
Now I feel utterly unproductive, but there are poems to compile and papers to write, and if I were really a good friend-- Sarah's house to move things into. I fear I may be a bad friend today.
On another note, I think that someone is investigating my library records! One of you posted a fantastic poem by Naomi Shihab Nye, and I just realized that she edited one of the poetry anthologies I have checked out to create my YA anthology for class. That's kinda spooooky. I hope you won't alert the library that my books are woefully overdue. What a bad example on the part of a library employee. I'm going to have to overcome this procrastinator streak. It costs serious money in fines.
Now I feel utterly unproductive, but there are poems to compile and papers to write, and if I were really a good friend-- Sarah's house to move things into. I fear I may be a bad friend today.
On another note, I think that someone is investigating my library records! One of you posted a fantastic poem by Naomi Shihab Nye, and I just realized that she edited one of the poetry anthologies I have checked out to create my YA anthology for class. That's kinda spooooky. I hope you won't alert the library that my books are woefully overdue. What a bad example on the part of a library employee. I'm going to have to overcome this procrastinator streak. It costs serious money in fines.