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January 16, 2006

January 16th, 2006

Laid up with a broken leg you look out of the rear window of your appartment and see...

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It was the same old story. The one that involves wet noodles, dancing girls and a jealous orangutan.

Well, maybe it wasn’t all THAT common, but it was the same old story to me as I laid here in bed, staring out the rear window of my stuffy apartment. I saw the clear blue skies that I wouldn’t be able to stand under and inhale the sweet summer wind for quite some time yet.

Which gave me more than enough time to plot what I was going to do to that wretched monkey when I got a hold of it.

Posted by: Jim S at January 16, 2006 9:41 AM · Permalink

It has already been several weeks. If I don’t keep working, I’ll be too late.
I must find out why my husband will not raise the window shade.

As I lie in the subdued curtained room, I carefully weave threads from the sheets and hair from my head (if I’m not able to shave soon, I’ll be using hair from elsewhere), into a crude rope.

With a loop earring for a hook I cast at the pull. It finally catches.

My husband is digging a hole, outside the neighbor Joyce’s back door.

Just like the one I stepped in.

Asshole!

Posted by: kasac at January 16, 2006 12:16 PM · Permalink