11:55 a.m. x 2005-11-03
woke up at seven, left at eight, arrived at nine, talked to jonpaul at ten, went to class at eleven, had a HUGE ASS TEST that was a weird time at noon, met up with james the english class friend at one, departed at two, had lunch at a hospital while my dad talked to some doctors about a surgery at three, got home for FIVE MINUTES at four, left for work at five, then CRASHED.
i was in the store till fucking MIDNIGHT and i had all of SEVEN CUSTOMERS, many of whom were associates on their way out. the roof of my mouth is really badly shredded thanks to "o's". i had horrible dreams last night but i know they're just horrible dreams.
somewhere amidst all of that yesterday i compiled my xmas list. portishead, pasolini and some things from davidlynch.com i know, i don't remember what else except the big-gift was discussed (perhaps, perhaps).
i need to see clare, kara, catie, tweak and heather soon.
if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start