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thoughts from yesterday
Apr. 5th, 2004 06:27 pmIt's a dragging-ass Sunday afternoon, the day of Daylight Savings, and if U2 is to be believed, the morning MLK Jr was shot.
My feet ache and Bad Co. are ready for love. I'm heavily tempted to dig out my System disk for a little impromptu jam.
People approach. Time to hide?
A few mometns later, one pen borrowed, five Coolattas made and distributed, one small iced coffee deployed. Iron Man play on the radio, and for a moment, all is well; situation tolerable. Quarter to five, going to see the Dawn remake again after work.
Euphoria spent; the favorite pen runs low on ink.
(note: replacement was ninety minutes late--Dawn was Not SEEN)
My feet ache and Bad Co. are ready for love. I'm heavily tempted to dig out my System disk for a little impromptu jam.
People approach. Time to hide?
A few mometns later, one pen borrowed, five Coolattas made and distributed, one small iced coffee deployed. Iron Man play on the radio, and for a moment, all is well; situation tolerable. Quarter to five, going to see the Dawn remake again after work.
Euphoria spent; the favorite pen runs low on ink.
(note: replacement was ninety minutes late--Dawn was Not SEEN)
