twomoredays, 2002
11:29 a.m.
where the bugs aren't bugging me
I haven't slept in days, so the whole world is hilarious and dreamy. I'm nearly finished; list is a-tickin. I'm nearly finished! list is a-tickin! I'm not even going to think about her leaving, or about being apart from the fiendishly freckled neighbour/breakfastmate/debaclemate/laughing/tearing/hugging/belching lady three doors down for three whole weeks. I will think about my golden nephew, my two grownup sisters, the brothers-in-law who are unhyphenated brothers to me, the parents who have been nothing but kind, patient, and loving to me for 22.5 years (well, mostly kind, patient, and loving. everyone has their bad days). Three exams, one wee assignment, two big spaces that would be filled with big sleeps if I had that kind of time, and then I'm back inside. and the sticks aren't sticking me
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