Saturday, July 29, 2006 . 1:11 PM
::A Visit:: ted hugesAll around me that midnight's
Giant clock of frost. And somewhere
Inside it, wanting to feel nothing,
A pulse of fever. Somewhere
Inside that numbness of earth
Our future trying to happen.
I look up – as if to meet your voice
With all its urgent future
That has burst in on me.
Then look back
At the book of printed words.
You are ten years dead.
It is only a story.
Your story. My story
got caught in the rain on the way to mabel's house
ran in the rain covering myself with a blue shirt but wound up sneezing like crazy in the house. felt quite weak cause it was the first time in my life i fell sick immediately.
so now i am flu-ish and fever-ish
i cant stand being so weak and sickly.
but still i have to work.
the new kid tution cancelled tution for today. so i have the bistro to go to still. tomorrow i think the plan with ann to bring the dogs to the beach will be screwed. i really wanted to go though.i have tution and work. -_-" i don't think i mind. its just i feel like dying right now.
head pain, body aching,
runny nose , slight fever
the works.
took sum panadol. lets hope it works
[headmusic]:no need to argue by cramberries
[thoughts]: who's going to catch me when i collapse after work?
