| Spider Monkeys |
[19 Aug 2003|06:20pm] |
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The temperature in my room last night was so malleable, I fought between "cover on" and "cover off" all night. My injuries include a sore neck and irritability. I became annoyingly insecure at the fact that The Cherub hasn't contacted me since Sunday.. something I'd not even notice normally.
After lugging beach paraphernalia down to Queen E. and on... dragging children in the heat... I'm beat. I didn't put suntan lotion on my face and now am beginning to resemble a freckled, dark-circled suitcase packed for somewhere else.
I get resentful of them coming over so much... these half siblings of mine. It upsets my day completely. They hang off me like spider monkeys and never give me any privacy. As an immature touch unprecedented, I magnified my neck's soreness to get out of much. A neck brace would've been a nice touch.
I hope my agency calls me back about that interview soon... the power outage set everyone back a bit. The urchins are too much for me sometimes.. They aren't my responsibility and I feel like an estranged father on forced visits.
I'm a crab and I want the damn day to conclude rapide.
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