Friday, September 08, 2006

dry ether

i remembered writing numbers on my door frame when i was very young. it's so fun to drag a pencil across a wall. there was a cat that kept meowing at me downstairs. i took a photo of it. it must have been hungry, and the weather's lousy again.

i'm sitting here with a tissue bud stuck in my nose because i can't clear it.

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