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The time is nigh.
I"m feeling considerably lighter.
Yesterday when I stopped talking to my friends online, I dressed as a boy and went to Steve's house. He was like "wo---" until I pulled off the wig.
Then we set about talking the moon higher into the sky, and drinking on the stoop. This query: If one were to determine the direction in which the earth turns as well as the speed, and then one were to drive in the direction at the speed, would one experience a state of stillness higher than any before? Well, it's worth a try.
I set off for home with wig reassembled. The playground was inviting and I started singing loudly into the blue. Half thoughts of someone encountering this boy swinging and singing with a high voice came through, but I laid them aside.
Finally I recieved a phone call from someone at Ari's work. Did I give them my number? Why on earth did they call at eleven? --the funny thing is a woman answered and was like "one sec, we're biking home and he's catching up with me."
I wait, then,
"Hey,"
"Hello," I reply sensibly
"How's it goin'?"
"Ok, and you?"
"Yah, alright. So we're going out of town this weekend."
I wait for more, it comes
"but we'll be back Monday"
"Ok," I reply.
"So, are you going to send it to her?"
And he finally has reached the point. I tell him that I will send Ari's money to her directly, and that
I'll come by on monday to pick it up.
"uh yeah... Like monday afternoon."
"ok"
I hang up.
Again! Success!
I do so want to be sherlock holmes.
I"m feeling considerably lighter.
Yesterday when I stopped talking to my friends online, I dressed as a boy and went to Steve's house. He was like "wo---" until I pulled off the wig.
Then we set about talking the moon higher into the sky, and drinking on the stoop. This query: If one were to determine the direction in which the earth turns as well as the speed, and then one were to drive in the direction at the speed, would one experience a state of stillness higher than any before? Well, it's worth a try.
I set off for home with wig reassembled. The playground was inviting and I started singing loudly into the blue. Half thoughts of someone encountering this boy swinging and singing with a high voice came through, but I laid them aside.
Finally I recieved a phone call from someone at Ari's work. Did I give them my number? Why on earth did they call at eleven? --the funny thing is a woman answered and was like "one sec, we're biking home and he's catching up with me."
I wait, then,
"Hey,"
"Hello," I reply sensibly
"How's it goin'?"
"Ok, and you?"
"Yah, alright. So we're going out of town this weekend."
I wait for more, it comes
"but we'll be back Monday"
"Ok," I reply.
"So, are you going to send it to her?"
And he finally has reached the point. I tell him that I will send Ari's money to her directly, and that
I'll come by on monday to pick it up.
"uh yeah... Like monday afternoon."
"ok"
I hang up.
Again! Success!
I do so want to be sherlock holmes.