Friday, March 31, 2006

I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow...


Because it is Friday, I for one am overly anxious and dreadful of the wheels grinding to a halt until early evening Sunday, last friday, twas the same. I could sell my horde of foodstamps and take a long flight to Wellington, or somewhere in New Zealand just to be a half day ahead in the future at all times, but we live on a damned sphere so it's all the same... As such, on Friday's I let Curious wear my partial denture, because he likes to play 'Cyborg', part monkey plush, part machine. I made sure to disinfect it before 'playtime', because I ate Mcdonalds for lunch, and a big mashed up cheeseburger meat dislodged my denture completely. I am adept at using my tongue to re-insert it along the external portion of my bottom left jaw, but this was a total disruption, and I had to take my flipper out of my mouth, and scrub the meat and cheese off with a napkin. What the fuck? Another painful weekend, a prescription drug holiday, another rolling thunder chasing the wind...

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