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May 29, 2007

5.29.07

We could have been friends except for one thing...

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I worked very hard, this holiday weekend, at the task of total brain destruction. I was, I believe, apparently, very successful.

The shakes have subsided, finally, to the point, obviously, that I'm capable of typing, at least nearly as capable as ever. This is, I think - and yes thinking is a struggle, a positive sign. But my eyes remain so blood shot it is still quite very difficult to see signs, of any kind, road signs included.

The police-officer, understandably, didn’t like my answer to his query – “What. The. Hell. Do you think, you’re doing?!” to which I replied “I don’t know.” The bruises about my wrists are still darkening, but should peak in another day or so.

So, Mr. Daniels, we could be friends again, someday, maybe. But for now, we’re not.

Posted by: kipp at May 29, 2007 3:25 PM · Permalink

Oh, since that all started out as a one sentence non-fictional explanation as to why I can’t think of anything to write, please forgive the fact that I forgot to count it.

Posted by: kipp at May 29, 2007 3:28 PM · Permalink