Well tomorrow is my mostly day off. Thursday is the autonomedia-work and charlie-work day. So I'm gonna sleep in with Iggy, who is wearing a skirt that is not a skirt, but, rather, something which prevents her belly-button from simply being her vagina's upper-neighbor (or perhaps, perhaps, it is a belt), and is sitting next to me reading over my shoulder now. Maybe my cigarette smoke will scare her away. Success. Well ok, so she's come back... and is mocking me. Nick Cave is playing, and this has quickly turned from a 'journal' entry into a narrative. So, goodnight.
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