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Elsewhere in the loop, some sort of concert is going on. The voices echo weirdly down the canyons of streets...
Tomorrow, at this time: I will be in Portland.
I've been ill this week, head aches and running nose. Still don't feel my best.
There's lots to frame--shadowboxes, damn them!-- but I'm alone here, and in the back I can't notice people entering the gallery.
After work I have my third French lesson, and after that my parents and I will go to dinner and a movie.
Shall I buy eyeliner?
Shall I paint my nails?
I do yearn for Sam's admiration, his--
oh I don't know what.
I'd like to please myself.
Tomorrow, at this time: I will be in Portland.
I've been ill this week, head aches and running nose. Still don't feel my best.
There's lots to frame--shadowboxes, damn them!-- but I'm alone here, and in the back I can't notice people entering the gallery.
After work I have my third French lesson, and after that my parents and I will go to dinner and a movie.
Shall I buy eyeliner?
Shall I paint my nails?
I do yearn for Sam's admiration, his--
oh I don't know what.
I'd like to please myself.