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andy makes shit fall from shelves

2004-11-22 / 11:16 p.m.
so tired. i should be going to bed right now, but i'm staying up a little later, justifying it all because i don't have to be in to the office until 1pm tomorrow.

our office move is complete, and another half hour has been tacked on to my drive. feh. i hope that i get a huge ass raise in
05 but i shouldn't do dat...expectations are cash advances on a big phat resentment. i don't want icky feelings, so i'm using the extra time to enjoy listening to music on my way to work. this am i listened to ed's redeeming qualities--big grapefruit cleanup job, and the dead milkmen--not richard, but dick. i got a little misty eyed listening to " a woman who is also a mongoose", thinking about dave's bass. i wonder if he's playing it in heaven, hell, boise idaho, or wherever his beautiful red headed soul is.

oh i SO didn't mention this...slipped my mind (nice to see the ginko is working). anyway, a few weekends ago i'm taking one of my infamous shabbes naps and i wake up to hear a big fat thudly sound in the kitchen. find that a sizeable knick-knack has fallen from a really high shelf onto the floor. it was all they way across the kitchen and didn't break. at first i thought it was clairisse, but she was asleep at the end of the bed.

it's andy's ghost again.

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