TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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05.17.05, tuesday night
. . . there comes a point in your day when you forget even your name . . . man, everytime i go into berkeley, i run into someone from my past; their faces float past me attached to little bubbles filled with questions i don't want to answer . . . today i thought, i'm sleepwalkin' to work . . . i read junk at work because the smart stuff takes me three hours to finish, it's that kind of work. now i know that kylie minogue has early-stage breast cancer and i'm worried for her . . . i biked around the lake during lunch . . . then i went to in-n-out with elka, animal-style. <333 . . . what am i waitin' for?!?! . . . tomorrow: letters, owls, housecleaning (!!!), a home-sauteed meal, books, my novel, returned phone calls (!!!), putting plans into action, (jimmy, my jimmy, oh a continent and an ocean between us! i don't miss you yet but i will miss you soon!!! XOXOXO) . . .