April 22, 2004 - 9:47 p.m.
my head hurts, i want to shake out all these numbers, numbing and crammed into my skull, passwords, student numbers, application numbers, sin numbers, formulas, dates, times, departures, arrivals, prices, exam rooms...question numbers. Usually my head is crammed with words.
i need a beer. but there are people at my house. So far today i have successfully avoided people, except ones i don't know...which is fine, because at least if they're assholes i get paid to put up with it.
oh, bury the hatched. i can't cause if i did ther'd be some bloody folks not walking the streets.
let go of old grudges. please. soon. they take up space and weigh you down. time to go face the music,
fridge first.
