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Woke up naked on her bed. We had quick morning sex before I had to jet to work. Didn't shower nor brushed my teeth, so i was feelin like a scrub all day. It wasn't botherin me that much. Who is there to impress anyways? Work, work was pleasant, really dead. Sarah the waitress only had one table & one take-out. I didn't have much to clean, just made fries fresh from scratch, then blanched 'em. Also read Death of a Salesman in between my shift; it has to be read for my english class. It's prolly the 3rd time readin it. Gives me an opportunity to see the play in entirely different dimensions. It's one of the most important pieces ever written...if you haven't read it yet, do so soon. Don't let yer high school english teachers deprive you of great material. I remember I had to read April Raintree in my h.s. english class. I'd've like to strangle my teacher for wasting my fuckin time & endangering me and the others into becoming screw-ups. Don't be dumpin local trash into our brains when we could be reading something worthwhile like Portrait of an Artist or the Communist Manifesto or something....After work, returned home to do laundry. Sore shoulders from carryin loads of dirty towels. When you're walkin & liftin 2 or 3 loads at once, its feels like you're walkin while survivin the vulcan nerve pinch. Or somebody's fingers dippin down into yer shoulder blades. Fuckin hurts....Also begun reading Robert Browning poems outta boredom. Ma also taught me how to make necklaces & thrifty jewelry. It could come very handy, who knows.
Sandman's nibblin on my ear, I better get to bed...
Sandman's nibblin on my ear, I better get to bed...