dear tracking down diary,
if you cant find me, i'm under the bus. i have a permanent place under there. i'm comfortable under the bus. you don't have to go under cover to find me. but if you do, we could stay under the covers and have a little fun. i'm ready to head back there now actually. i wont have much impact on this day- i ain't afraid of fucking much up for anybody. i gotta skim my pickles and that's about it. a nap will help me remember how to do that. in my gas log today, another entry, seven-eight-nine, it said, "all out of time. ily"
