6:37 p.m.	What do you want me to say?	2003-07-16
Reaped	So, I�m oscillating between never again, moving somewhere else, or random fits of sporadic periodicity. Life remains most interesting for Sagittarius. The latest chapter in the story of my ridiculous life should be called �Attack of the Killer Mildew�. One of the great things about summer in the south is the hurricanes. Mini vacations of terror, the horrible beauty Mother Nature, call them what you will, I still got a day off for Mr. Bill, what 2 weeks ago now. And it was only because of this day off that I realized the bedroom window was leaking. Horribly and all over my black curtains. Which happened to be next to a garment rack of clothing. Which was next to the closet. Which opened to the rest of the house. The thing was, nothing was soaked, just slightly damp. And covered with a slightly green fuzz. It was a grisly scene of organic sabotage: the Docs, the 5 dollar army pea coat, the cypress logs masquerading as bedtables, the tapestry hung over the bed, the back of my mirror, my dresser, several black dresses, the blankets, the luggage, even the cat, all held the patina of dull emerald & rot. I tackled that mold like a housewife on crack. Some would contend I even produced some through the careless mixture of chemicals (Windex & Bleach create deadly mustard gas? Who knew?). All to no avail. For a glance in the living room, and later upstairs, confirmed the worse: It got into the air conditioner. My house, for all intents & purposes, was turned into a life-sized Petri dish. Yum. So in the aftermath, we survived. Killed an economy bottle of Lysol in a day. Single-handedly filled Damp-Rid�s sales quota for the Southwest. Everything porous that wasn�t destroyed was moved to the loft, where leaky windows do not lie. Even the heavy iron bed is up there now. But that�s ok, falling asleep to Adult Swim every night ain�t too bad. In other news: saw the Dismemberment Plan on their final tour ever. It was very sad & the whole show was requests. I screamed �Gyroscope!� and they played it, yay for me. My sister went one better in Orlando, actually running into the band at a bar after the show there & carousing all night with them. Apparently she gave the bassist a titty twister, as she is wont to do to unsuspecting males. In other news: I�m staying with the Crab. No I don�t want to talk about it. In other news: Radiohead tickets on sale this Friday. Credit card, say hello to more debt. In other news: The cute ER resident told me I �looked very beautiful� the other day. Hubba hubba. Were I single but it don�t matter. Sigh. And this is what I�m talking about. The more words I put down, the more depressed I become. Blah blah blah. The song remains the same, because there�s a scratch on the record. Would there was another to play. Good day.	Sown
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