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While still awake yesterday, I googled "mime accidents," and found this short story about a mime cursed with tourette syndrome (hilarious, obviously). But like, I fell asleep reading it and then had this fucked-up dream that it was friday and Maid-Rite was playing, except we were all mimes, and it was --as I'm sure you can imagine-- awkward.
And then today I had another psychotic episode and tried to sleep it off... bad idea. Was very happy to wake up in time to go right to band practice and not have to sit around thinking about it.
The statedly missing (well not really missing, more just really missed) Alice has been tracked down. Someone's concertina, however, has not. But, do keep looking. One thing is for sure: in anticipation of summer, calamity waits eagerly to ensue. Arriba, Chiquita.
In school, I feel like at any second I'm going to faint, or hit someone or, start screaming.
And then today I had another psychotic episode and tried to sleep it off... bad idea. Was very happy to wake up in time to go right to band practice and not have to sit around thinking about it.
The statedly missing (well not really missing, more just really missed) Alice has been tracked down. Someone's concertina, however, has not. But, do keep looking. One thing is for sure: in anticipation of summer, calamity waits eagerly to ensue. Arriba, Chiquita.
In school, I feel like at any second I'm going to faint, or hit someone or, start screaming.