Tuesday, September 02, 2003
I cannot sleep, or the clown will eat me. I should not have taken that nap yesterday, because it threw my body entirely off its schedule. I loathe this worthless vessel sometimes (most of the time).at 12:18 AM
I journeyed to Quik Trip (a gas station, for my Texas compadres not in the know) about an hour and-a-half ago (making it about 12:20 a.m.) to purchase a money order for a couple of magazine subscriptions, but lo, upon my arrival, the pimply-faced kid at the counter informed me the money order machine would not run again until around six o'clock this morning. I stared in utter dejection back at him (it was raining buckets, so I had donned that ultra-cool, white rain poncho somebody's mother packed into the duffel bag we all received at Project Grad) for a moment as I mentally decided to head across the street to Walgreens, which, though it does not sell money orders, remains open throughout the evening to provide entertainment for persons such as myself who find themselves unable to sleep through the night.
I wasted some time wandering around the store, picking up a blue gel glue stick, a black-and-red wood photograph frame, and a deck of Mickey Mouse playing cards. The girl at the counter cautiously rang my items, as though she, too, suspected I might be out on a KKK march.
I suppose now I'll play several rounds of Solitaire until I feel drowsy. Or mayhaps I'll skim that book (I keep forgetting to read it) of Dorothy Parker poetry that I picked up at Katy Budget Books before I left. Today I'll nod off during Mr. Wilson's algebra class, yet again. Oh, well.
My comment box won't appear again until as late as the third. I updated Bite The Waxed Tadpole (sort of), and none of my counters show up. Oh, well.
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