dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Friday, May 19, 2006

not spatially gifted

I got the can opener out of the drain. I just had to think a minute, figure out what must have happened to get it stuck, reach in to turn the handle to vertical, and voila.

Yesterday I scored a total of 21 minutes. I got a bad check set and said, "This is bullshit!" But I have to keep repeating to myself: I get paid the same whether I'm mad or happy. This isn't about honor--it's about the rent. I'm so idealistic, naturally.

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