the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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9:44 p.m. + 2003-12-03 = from rags to riches and shrouds to paper-or-plastic-?
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and the darkcloud, the weight, the shroud--blacker than blue, the burden, the worry, the anxiety... all of it. lifted from my shoulders and back and brow (head shoulder knees and toes, knees and toes, knees and toes) as the paper (a perfekt month tardy) is finished as the last footnote is pasted and edited into works cited.
and now the brown paperbag o'shame that i must wear for turning in such filthy crap. really, i just feel disgusting. i think i'd've rather accepted a zero on assignment than turned it loose upon learned eyes. I'll make up for it on the final paper, starring my now favouritest book in the whole widest world... My Son on the Galley by Jacob Wallenberg. the straight, sailor, swedish, 1769 version of David Sedaris... and the translation is dead-on-balls accurate. my children, rush thee forth and buy it before it is out of print!
if you couldn't tell... i haven't slept. well, not really... i drifted off from 3.30am to 4.40am when i woke up for work. i've been doing homework and attending class up until now... when i can finally go home and sleep. only to wake anew tomorrow for 10 hour shift of baking and 10 hour shift of reading (North and South and the rest of My Son on the Galley, and if i have time, some more Holberg plays.)
P.[motherfuckin']S.... Teem Zoop, a.k.a. amanda and I kicked bar trivia ass last night. we now have 7 free pitchers of beer tickets and $15 dollar free drink tab. GLORIOUS! we'll be binging on saturday night when my glorious partygirls (ambryn, bethany, andy) will be in town. I was nervous that i wouldn't be able to afford drinking.... no worries now. and to think!, i nearly didn't go to trivia after last week's fiasco and all the work i had to do... i'm glad i have a conviction, even if it is "compulsory bar trivia attendence."
alright, i'm much too tired to be writing. i'm having hard ti..... *clunk* zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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