Oct 20, 2003 18:14
Dear Journal,
Please remind me the next time we talk in person that it is detrimental for me to drink a pot of coffee by myself.
*jitter*
*shake*
*wobble*
My leg won't stop wiggling.
Your twitchy friend,
Mike
PS. I made at least a dozen spelling errors while writing this post. I made at least a half dozen writing that last sentence. I am typing with greater care and at a slower rate and this sentence (three errors in that word) is also full of typing errors.
PPS. It is now 2 hours later and I have "sobered" up. I went for a walk, bought margarine and olives, had a conversation with someone at safeway about how buying grapes means that Jack the Ripper is going to kill you ( I watched From Hell today ) and saw a dead bird on a ledge where it probably didn't naturally die. Why would someone move a dead bird? I guess so that it's corpse doesn't get trod upon but within reach there was a trashcan which would have been another good place for a bird-cadaver. I contemplated putting it there myself but did not. I do not want to contract West Nile from a sparrow. Well... it was a small bird like that. I'm not sure what kind exactly.