Sunday, November 21, 2004

Home in the suburbs. Hours of laundry. Eating what stale food I can forrage. Freaked out at the pictures in the hall of the ugly kid that used to be me. Will walk to the patch of trees that used to be the woods the ugly kid would play in.
Bud the cat is here beside me. That bathrobe nobody wears still hangs across from the toilet. My sisters still yell that I turn on the burners too high when I cook.
Think I'll make some of my dad's icky coffee. Something to keep me awake. I am sure that if I fell asleep here, I'd have nightmares.


posted at 6:09 PM |