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in the land of the king, the one-eyed man is blind

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Mar. 7th, 2005 | 08:20 pm
mood: exhaustedexhausted

temp work today, first time in a long while.

forgot how much of a combination rush and ego boost it can be to work beneath one's station; to go slumming. Take a job at half your usual rate and suddenly you're a genius and oh that's wonderful we're so glad you're here.

it's a four-month project involving a roomful of computers and indexing scanned documents. i'll have most of it automated by friday. somehow i've convinced them they should punch a hole in the firewall and let me keep the computers purring through the night. prolly finish the whole 4 months in a couple of weeks.


i am crying, though. exhausted 5-year old weariness and no one is waiting for me to ask how my day was and understand the answer, no one to hold me and love me back into myself.


there's the dinner bell, heh. literally; we have this giant cowbell and the dinner cook walks down the hall of each wing of the house ringing the bell and caterwauling, e.g., "dinner! din-urrrrr! yeah, it's dinner! i got dinner, how 'bout you?! dinner!"

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from: humanitics
date: Mar. 8th, 2005 07:41 pm (UTC)

i felt similarly last night
after getting ripped away from looking at absurd cute folders in japan town
to sell groceries in an emergency cashier shortage
i ate zen leftovers and a blood orange

with both the sun and moon in pisces
what can we expect
but fish falling backward
from the water to the sky

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Triple Entendre

leftover zen

from: triple_entendre
date: Mar. 10th, 2005 12:50 pm (UTC)

your absurd cuteness delights me as always
my thoughts and my love to you

send more poetry, i'm almost out

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