A Bright Morning, with Pot
The pot's not mine. I swear.
No really, the people upstairs are out on their patio and must think I can't hear them. They're hacking up a storm and talking about some guy who wasn't at work when he was supposed to be. "Cough, cough. Spit. Man this is good." The way the conversation sounds, they must be high. They just now went back inside; they're on their way to Denny's. Um, yeah.
My morning, however, has been quite bright. I was up nice and early at seven to bathe in the heart of an ice cube. This sounds difficult, as ice is rather solid, but it really isn't. You just have to wait for them to turn your hot water off. Makes for a very lively shower, much quicker than the one you might have taken had you been able to stay put in the water. I debated sponge bathing with hot water from the stove. Then I thought that would take much longer, and I wouldn't get any cleaner. If my water's still cold tomorrow, I'm complaining.
I am about three minutes from leaving to go see my crime scene. I'm looking forward to it. I have a pad of paper and I'll get to openly stare at things. Most of the time, I have to pretend not to be looking when I'm getting ideas. This time... heh heh.
I have six Cups-o-Noodles left after today's lunch. Time to go to Walmart. I don't have the craving for them anymore, but they're so damn convenient for lunches I think I'll just finish out the summer.
What else? Is there anything? Oh yes, there is! Congratulations to my close friend in Austin! I'm so happy for you! You need a code name for this blog! And my fish is fine now, without the medicine. Maybe he was just having a bad couple of days. And I need to come up with something I'm obsessive about that I can turn into a 15 page paper. A subject about which I am passionately interested. This could be trouble.
Okay, well my three minutes are running out, so I'll post and get to my reporting. I'm starting to feel like a journalist. I interviewed over the phone last night... Now I'm going to the scene... Creepy. Oh well. See you later tonight. End.
No really, the people upstairs are out on their patio and must think I can't hear them. They're hacking up a storm and talking about some guy who wasn't at work when he was supposed to be. "Cough, cough. Spit. Man this is good." The way the conversation sounds, they must be high. They just now went back inside; they're on their way to Denny's. Um, yeah.
My morning, however, has been quite bright. I was up nice and early at seven to bathe in the heart of an ice cube. This sounds difficult, as ice is rather solid, but it really isn't. You just have to wait for them to turn your hot water off. Makes for a very lively shower, much quicker than the one you might have taken had you been able to stay put in the water. I debated sponge bathing with hot water from the stove. Then I thought that would take much longer, and I wouldn't get any cleaner. If my water's still cold tomorrow, I'm complaining.
I am about three minutes from leaving to go see my crime scene. I'm looking forward to it. I have a pad of paper and I'll get to openly stare at things. Most of the time, I have to pretend not to be looking when I'm getting ideas. This time... heh heh.
I have six Cups-o-Noodles left after today's lunch. Time to go to Walmart. I don't have the craving for them anymore, but they're so damn convenient for lunches I think I'll just finish out the summer.
What else? Is there anything? Oh yes, there is! Congratulations to my close friend in Austin! I'm so happy for you! You need a code name for this blog! And my fish is fine now, without the medicine. Maybe he was just having a bad couple of days. And I need to come up with something I'm obsessive about that I can turn into a 15 page paper. A subject about which I am passionately interested. This could be trouble.
Okay, well my three minutes are running out, so I'll post and get to my reporting. I'm starting to feel like a journalist. I interviewed over the phone last night... Now I'm going to the scene... Creepy. Oh well. See you later tonight. End.
posted by Rehkmira @ 09:16
2 Comments:
At Tuesday, July 20, 2004 5:05:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
hey, thanks! Miss you much. Don't get too creeped out by your crime scene. I'm still medicating the fish and he seems better. Try anything I suppose. Give a call sometime.
Pandora
At Tuesday, July 20, 2004 7:16:00 PM,
Rehkmira said…
Squee! There's a reader! Hey there. Your code name shall be Pandora, since that's what you signed. Good luck with the fish. I hope he gets better. I'll call when I'm not dying from lack of free time. This is for class, you know. This weekend I'm writing a paper, then I'm doing a presentation and a project, and a paper. So I don't know when I can contact you. I'll try though. Thanks for commenting!
Saratus
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