12:50 in the morning. I'm listening to good cheesy Demons & Wizards Touched By The Crimson King (an ode to the Dark Tower trilogy- as if I haven't mentioned this album a thousand times before). I have collected and am in the act of returning my cds (which have been spread out to every room of the house) to their rightful place (so far I'm missing: Tool Opiate- Grrrrrr). I'm throwing the goat and mock singing into a pen. My door is locked. Carl is watching Court TV and probably wondering what the fuck I am doing. I'm wishing I had blinds for my window right now; but not enough to stop acting like I'm Hansi Krsch. I'm not to the point where I am wearing a towel as a cape...yet.
I have tomorrow off. No "Hablo Espaol?" No high-schoolers giving me attitudes as high-schoolers are want to do. No morbidly obese families waddling to and fro (and especially in my way), buying carts full of pepsi and cheetos. No drunk co-workers pulling knives and tire irons on each other and threatening to end each others lives (long story). No people bringing dogs into the store and giving attitudes when asked to take their dogs outside.
Nope. Hopefully just a warm sunny day of...well. I'll figure something out. For now, "...love's tragedy asunder..."
I have tomorrow off. No "Hablo Espaol?" No high-schoolers giving me attitudes as high-schoolers are want to do. No morbidly obese families waddling to and fro (and especially in my way), buying carts full of pepsi and cheetos. No drunk co-workers pulling knives and tire irons on each other and threatening to end each others lives (long story). No people bringing dogs into the store and giving attitudes when asked to take their dogs outside.
Nope. Hopefully just a warm sunny day of...well. I'll figure something out. For now, "...love's tragedy asunder..."
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Hey, did you hear Ville got arrested in Finland?