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[18 Jul 2003|12:00pm] |
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"Lucky" by Radiohead |
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The shower's leaking into the condo downstairs and I'm too irresponsible to take baths. Who enjoys rinsing their hair in used bath water.. submarine-diving into lint-coloured liquid? I make the water too hot, almost to the point where I pass out. Then I go and lie on my bed feeling alive while I recover. Irresponsible.
I had a strange fever last night, all-over-body-fever, dizzy and a headache. I knew it would pass though. Maybe I should listen to my symptoms.
A bee got into my room in the middle of the night because my screen isn't in. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and slapping in across the room thinking he was just a fly. Good tempered bee at least. He's escaped since.
A Clockwork Orange won't be fully appreciated if I read it now. It hurt my brain today, after much muddIing in the first. Sitting in Fat Lennon's bedroom w/the lights off for an afternoon. My head throbbed in the dim din as he went over his self-renovations. Over how he gets bored of people after a year and a half. Cities even quicker. I took the hint.
I think I'll go to the library today and get something else.
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