[ Tuesday, December 10, 2002 ]
another day, manning my post. grey outside, the rain is finally dropping out of the sky, but not in such mighty droplets as it should. ah well. perhaps we will all turn to dust after all. wouldn't that be something. fuck...
people are strange...
i had a weird dream last night... i was at my folks house, with some guys, and noone (we thought) was there... it was about four in the morning, and we figured we should 'rock out!', y'know? so we set up a bunch of gear, and were very loudly tuning up, and this crazy looking old woman came running out of the living room, screaming at us. She was trying to sleep, on the couch, it seemed, and obviously a rock & roll band wasn't making it easy for her. She had the voice of my welsh cousin Lynn, which was odd. Anyways, she seemed like a traumatised old grannie type, so i comforted her, and she cried into my cheek.
Escaper [12/10/2002 04:55:00 PM]
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