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Well then. Let's resume the non-drunkenness, shall we? Things look different this morning, I guess. I went for a nice head-clearing run at the forest preserve and I feel quite refreshed. I wish something would work on those fucking flies, though. I think they love sweat, and I am not very ladylike with my sweating. Especially when it's eighty-five degrees out and the sun is beating down on me. I put on bug spray, but that shit's gone after ten minutes. They like my head the most. It's irritating. I must look like a freak, running and flailing my arms around. No wonder people don't say hi to me on the trail. They think I'm running from the short bus. Moving away will be good. It's not even that far away. Just far enough away that no one will ever come visit, I'll bet. That might make me a little sad, but it will give me less occasions to drink. Except that we'll be minutes away from Nick's ex-stepmom, who happens to be my partner in crime whenever I'm down there. So. Maybe I won't be as bored as I think I will be. And now I'm exempt from the job search because if we're leaving in three weeks, why get a job up here? Woo hoo, vacation for me! Hells yeah. And I'm going to insist that I go to the Cowboy Mouth concert. I need it. If Nick throws a fit, oh fucking well. I realize we barely have any money and all that shit, but I don't plan on getting wasted there. I plan on getting wasted on the way there. It's much cheaper that way. Hell, I already have like sixty beers here, and half a bottle of vodka I can put in a flask. Yes, I have a flask. I'm thrifty. Holy shit. Does anybody else have a sneaking suspicion that the Apple Corporation has somehow put computer chips in our brains? Because I swear to God my iPod is psychic. Right when I typed Cowboy Mouth, "How Do You Tell Someone" came on. And it's not like it doesn't have 1,000 other songs to choose from. The other day, I had that "Just Another Day in Paradise" Phil Vassar song in my head for hours. I got in the car, plugged in the iPod, hit "shuffle songs", and there it was. I could give you at least ten more examples of the mind control by this tiny computer. Fucking. Crazy. So in conclusion, disregard the craziness from last night. I'm just fine. Or is my iPod just telling me to say that? Well, now it's playing "Uncle John's Band", and it knows that I adore that song, so it could be lulling me into a false sense of wellness. Oh, now it's coming with "China Cat Sunflower". The Dead twice in a row? How oddly fitting. And the whole time I figured it would be Major League Baseball who would control my brain. Kids are: China Cat Sunflower. I just said that. Last person who pissed me off: Nick for staying out until 3 am and then bitching about getting up. A-duh. Heard in my house: "I put all my cereal in my cup." "Did it fit?" "No." Miss Anything? pics - 2007-06-05
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