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It's not a thing that requires proof, but for all you sloth-deniers out there, I present you with the awesome glory of Sloth-In-A-Box.
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My eye should take heart from the fact that iTunes is feeding me a steady diet of Yo La Tengo and Sleater-Kinney.
Tonight...A2O and catching up on weeks of neglected emails. I still haven't gone to Ryan's to take a bath yet. I think I am emotionally better off knowing that I am denying myself a pleasure. Yes, I am perverse.
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Nearly done. Pondering another beer, a few more pages of Alone, what medicines or philosophies will sustain me through the next week (oh gods, gods...). What songs, what ornaments? What steely canyons of reserve? How much pasta can one woman eat to assuage the pain of having chosen to work in the legal profession?
I can take stock. I have a wooden duck and a gardenia plant and a stuffed viking. An eye that has been twitching and itchy and dry. A sore wrist. A broken blister on my foot. A pleasant heaviness in my jaw.
I shall take myself off. I'm doing you no good (nor myself). It would be better to sleep. I'll still be here when I wake up, after all. And in the meantime, I can visit, where? Aquariums are what I've been dreaming about lately. The darkness of the bottom of the simulated ocean, and everything sliding past you, slim and muscular, scaly and cold and impassive, the ocean something that lives for itself.
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Bad!
* Work
* Bosses
* Stupid girl on subway who kept hitting me in the head with her purse! Get some spatial awareness. Damn!
Good!
* Gardenias
* Hot shower
* Memoirs of Admiral Richard E. Byrd. Six months alone in the antarctic winter? Sign me up!
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The smell of cinnamon toast
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"Great sex? It is thinkable!"
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I have a new motto written and posted on top of my work computer: I WILL NOT PARTICIPATE IN MY OWN OPPRESSION.
Other than that, I listen to Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings, drink Pranqster, and secretly look up interesting things about bacon.
Tomorrow is Wednesday! Let all of us fans of the middle and the middling bow our heads and pray...
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Man, this is gonna be good.
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Little brother, running up street: Look at me -- I'm the 4 train!
Older brother, running next to him: Look at me -- I'm the 6 train!
Little brother: Stop running faster than me!
Older brother: Nuh-uh.
Little brother: Dad! Julio didn't stop at 33rd Street!
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I have no words for this.
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"Harry has a painful time in his aunt's house, as Dudley has met a belly-dancing girl."
or, even better:
"Harry becomes a fat, hairy dwarf after being caught in a 'sour and sweet rain.'"
And here's a link to Bugmenot for those of you who resist the Gray Lady's fascist registration procedures.
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Dude. Rove resigns!
Now we must wait to see whether my initial glee will be replaced with despair when I learn that Rove is to be replaced with a superhuman cyborg powered by the combined DNA of Rove himself, Dick Cheney, and Douglas Feith.
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Today on the way to work I saw a large slug, a butterfly, and a hound-dog. They were all very pretty.
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