it gets dark so goddamn early. i woke up at 5 a. yesterday and 6 a. today. have fallen out of that routine. that early morning walk. the field that is supposedly haunted. the key that won't quite turn in the lock. the scones that are always underdone or overdone, butter that won't churn & milk that won't spoil.
i dropped my mascara in the sink. i think that tree was supposed to mean something. & the small strip of woods; the yew bushes three men tall with red aril berries. staining my jean shorts. it really wasn't that important.
yesterday a giant poodle tried to attack me. no joke- outside the pet salon dog wash in a house on miller. today i got a splinter in my left ring finger--a really big one that won't come out. i even tried a knife & tweezers & a scooby-doo band-aid. then i went out to salt / de-ice the bakery steps, slipped & fell. i also think i lost twenty dollars. & i have a headache.
welcome to 2oo9i. as-tro-log-i-cal.
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remember that time i pulled a splinter out of your finger when i was drunk at my house and this was the first real interaction we ever had?
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