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I had that productive day that I needed to have:
In addition to all of that, Leah and I spent a long time at the mall today picking out new furniture for her house, moving it into her house, gluing, clamping, and otherwise fixing things around the house. Tomorrow, after work, I am doing the same thing.
I am also finally caught up on Lost. I am not caught up on the Bible, and that is next on my agenda; that and writing. So, let's dispense with the procrastination and get to writing:
Like a clear lacquer, my right eye is glazed
swollen, blurry and shut stuffed with hair
of the dog. Drunken eyes, crying, ablaze
with allergy, and my fauceted nose, rare
and bloody raw- fucking dogs, fucking spring.
I hate this time of year,its cool new life sting.
Obviously just an idea, I might work on this, I might not. It does not mean anything to me, except that I hate spring allergies. My work is pathetic and I am not proud of it right now. At least I am thinking up new ways to express myself and that is the important part.
I'll come up with a good poem by the end of the week, I hope.
- Ordered my GMAT books
- Got health insurance and dental
- Called to work tomorrow and next week (also getting paid)
- Got my oil changed
- Talked to the eBay people and FedEx people
In addition to all of that, Leah and I spent a long time at the mall today picking out new furniture for her house, moving it into her house, gluing, clamping, and otherwise fixing things around the house. Tomorrow, after work, I am doing the same thing.
I am also finally caught up on Lost. I am not caught up on the Bible, and that is next on my agenda; that and writing. So, let's dispense with the procrastination and get to writing:
Like a clear lacquer, my right eye is glazed
swollen, blurry and shut stuffed with hair
of the dog. Drunken eyes, crying, ablaze
with allergy, and my fauceted nose, rare
and bloody raw- fucking dogs, fucking spring.
I hate this time of year,its cool new life sting.
Obviously just an idea, I might work on this, I might not. It does not mean anything to me, except that I hate spring allergies. My work is pathetic and I am not proud of it right now. At least I am thinking up new ways to express myself and that is the important part.
I'll come up with a good poem by the end of the week, I hope.