tales from an ordinary world

1999-10-22

box. latch. twin. Some random green plant out in the back garden. 73 days of free hot water every year. And why can I smell something like bread (or dough ?) when I go out the back ? A black t-shirt with bleach marks on it. It's cold outside. I'm lonely, but not sad. Blue jeans, which I hardly ever wear nowadays. Fonts. Button-with-flashing-light. A whole lotta Post-It ^TM Notes. Star Trek on the telly, but I'm not paying attention (as usual). A dinner appointment that never happened (I'd guessed that it wouldn't, but still...). Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. So much to do. I wish I felt like doing it. Noise. "Use the space key to Devour Souls". Thrust. Parry. Dodge. Time's going a lot faster since I changed jobs. Peril. Self-adhesive labels. But no string. None whatsoever...