February 9, 2011

tuning my instrument (op 11/8/10)

dear diary,

six glasses in the top rack of the dishwasher and im ready for a nap, been a long hard day. wish i cudda finished but it was to much. i need to rest now. my legs are tired. ran out of energy. i don't see how people do it. at least i got six of them in there and them phone calls made. the bathtub room ought to be done by next july. that's if they do one brick per day, my kind of people. seriously, it'll be done next week. so by thanksgiving THANKSGOODNESS ill have a clean floor to get out of the tub onto. a wall to look at instead of piles of dirty clothes and mountains of my stuff in storage that i haven't seen in ten years since we moved into this tiny little home and that's fine cuz everything is in NICE boxes and could easily move anywhere across country and can remain in storage for an unspecified amount of thyme but however, it will be unbearably sweet when those boxes are opened because there are indeed some true treasures hidden within the confines of those boxes and whoever gets to open them needs to keep their legs squeezed together at all times tightly, because they will pee with excitement as what they find when they open some of them will forever change them in ways they never imagined. LMAO ive kept some stupid shit. and im damn proud of it.