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Drunk and sleepy.

In bed is where I should be...

With you.

Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall.

"As the rest of the pile calmed down and began to sleep and snore, Max crawled out of the pile-on to find fresh air. He settled on the edge of the fur mountain, putting his head on someone's leg. The sky was just beginning to change, the world pulsing in the gauzy pink light of dawn. There was debris everywhere, like a landscape after an...
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So on my way home from work, I stopped at 'The Bottle Shop' for beer. As I walked in, John was walking out. He stopped for something a little harder of course - It was sort of funny. I guess you had to have been there. When I got up to the counter, the clerk asked if I worked at the zoo too ( we...
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There were a million people at the zoo today. I'm glad that the day is now over.


Tomorrow is my Friday, which is also something to be glad about. And Friday means closer to Tuesday - A day I certainly look forward to.

My carved cantaloupe went over will with the bats...I ended up making more for tomorrow. We also made a pretty interesting colored juice to put into little skull cups so that it looked like they were drinking liquid brains. I'll post pictures later. I got to feed the gators this week too (next week I'm to move them into feeding position - last week I...
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Today, I carved three pumpkins and six melons for work.

I must not get into the habit of bringing my work home. The clock stops at 4:30, I shouldn't be working in my garage at 7.

Today was my Monday in every sense of the word. Sort of sucks.

blah.

Even more blah... my Sophie love's accident is still costing me, which really sucks, but I sucked it up and bought a pretty present, I'm super excited.

That's about it. Tomorrow is your Friday, but my Tuesday.

Sleeping next to you is something I could never tire of.

It's best to cry while standing in the rain... that way your tears aren't as obvious.



That's how my day went.

Monday's are the new Friday... or at least as far as my schedule goes. I look forward to Monday. I'm not a fan of working five days straight... let alone seven. I'd probably be less tired if I were less stressed or worried about fucking up.

I have my beer, but I could go for a hug.