July 28th, 2006

southpark

clean!

I'm very proud of myself for taking out the recyclying and changing the cat boxes just now. it took about half an hour and now I am not feeling quite as guilty about the shape of the house as I was yesterday. the kitchen really needs cleaning and mopping, but I'm not up to that at the moment. fortunately sandy is as lax in her housekeeping as I am in mine. what would drive most folks up a wall doesn't seem to bother either of us. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing but so far neither of us has caught any exotic disease.

I took today off. I thought the sooner the better. I might go for a walk in a minute although the weather is the frustratingly not cold/not warm type in which walking a mile will drench me in sweat and I will freeze to death the rest of the way. I always think if I walk really really really slowly I won't sweat but you know it never works. I mean if I do walk quickly things deteriorate that much sooner, but in the end I always come home soaking wet and uncomfortable.

I haven't spoken to my doctor about sweating drugs yet. maybe next visit.

I was also thinking of sitting and reading for pleasure (!) but I don't really feel like a nap. I can tell by the relative weight of my eyelids that reading=napping right now.

so yeah. another day of thrill. I was going to give you the details of how the cats poo in one box and pee in the other but it was a long story beginning with why I have two litter boxes and although it's the sort of story that I tell to myself repeatedly as though I had a constant audience or as though telling yourself stories about your life helps you to keep track of things it did finally occur to me that this particular story is probably only interesting to me. I mean there are some people I'd tell the litterbox story to in the way that parents share kid stories and if the kid is listening as I almost always was then the kid gets his/her story told for him/her by someone else entirely than themselves but this sort of tale of how this household holds itself together is usually only of interest to those with similar households.

although it would be interesting if instead of segregating restrooms as to gender, we separated them according to what you wanted to do in there. there could be restrooms especially for doing drugs and having sex.
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inadvertent poetics

spam subject: inconspicuously screech


of course I opened it hoping to find some dadaistic rant but it was one of those 'inside' stock tips that have become so rampant. do companies going public send out these spams or are they completely fictional?



oh my. I scrolled to the bottom of the spam and this is what I found there:

"We leave all sinful things to the vain and foolish. And now, dear Caroline, you must draw a moral from the untoward events of to-day. exclaimed Christopher, let him say Hamlet. My dear, I said, you must know that our friend, Mr. The very tone inwhich Prue had spoken convinced me that he might. If I hear any more I shall absolutely hate the Watkinsons. Kits,perhaps, and his domain extended to the sea. But sometimes an irresistible necessity compels me to put them on, and I cannot help seeing. Only see his obstinacy, said the solemn Joseph. Watkinson, and a young lady, whom she introduced as her daughter Jane. If they did I would never wish to see them again in my house. I paid him when we came to the door, said Edward. This was first taken for granted, and then spoken of asan acknowledged fact. Watkinsons by our coachman disappointing us. Yes, the rale words she said when I handed her the billy-dux was, Very well, James. Hester, my dear, come and talk to Miss Morland in French. Theheavy iron shutters were gloomily closed over the windows. Prue and I do not entertain much; our means forbid it. He turns slowly, and I go chatting on--a little too loquacious,perhaps, about those young girls. exclaimed Christopher, let him say Hamlet. Watkinson, and a young lady, whom she introduced as herdaughter Jane. I cannot resolve to punish so conscientious a child, said Mrs. He called for his spyglass, and surveyingthe craft, saw that she came from the neighboring island. Morland: Now, maam, you shall have somemusic from my daughter Jane, who is one of Mr. Itis but right--said he to his mother--that we should give Mrs. So you do, said Joseph, but a whipping will cure me better. It grew dark as we stood in the office talking, and taking our hats wewent out together. Come now, Benny--say yourthoughts are turned on peace. Thisdone, she stood him on his feet before Mrs."

I guess I found what I was looking for.
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