Lots of writing lately. Sometimes, insomnia is valuable.
I had a dream. Unnerving. Giant wine bottles were hunting bunnies by throwing themselves on the ground at the target bunny's feet. Shattered bottles; bloody bunny. Grievous wounds. I woke up at 4 AM. Heart beating. Wandered around for a while, bought fruit from a vendor. Fresh, delightful, decidedly non-stinky.
Busy at work, angry.
Wrote a short story about an HIV-positive alligator. I doubt it will be published.
(look, a blog)
3 comments:
this might be the best meme post of all time.
I saw a dude with AIDS in a negative pressure isolation chamber to prevent the rest of the ER from getting his tuberculosis last night.
Really was not funny at all.
But good post. But, I can't figure out if you're complimenting or mocking Antosca.
good...not as good as MY mock-blog: marhabanorama.blogspot.com
ME
chiaoo
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