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Sep 19, 2009 12:18

The ants are in the trash can feeding off my snot.
Awoke with 4 new bug bites and a full 40 of mickey's left over on the desk.
Ate cold pizza for breakfast with habanero sauce and am blowing off the gym for the second day in a row.

From my windows it feels gray and imminently drizzly, but I can't see the sky.

Hung out with pals last night--drank and cooked and ate a little--
talked a lot and went home before I could embarrass myself.

I'm feeling slightly fatigued and ineffectual, but this too shall pass.

Don't know why my mind is putting together mundane prose. Time for Trailer Park Boys and guitar scales.
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