Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Disaster Day.

Me, on the lawn: But why is the story from the point of view of a large-mouthed bass?

Student: You don't understand the metaphor.

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Me, at home: [various dickish asides]

AMR: What the hell is the matter with you? Aren't we meant to be married? And friends?

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The weather was astonishing today. I was not. Tomatoes in the ground: Today's lone accomplishment. I'm mailing this last hour in. I'm sorry for everything. Cloud cover. Not as cold as it could be. Colder than it should be. Windows open. The end.

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