Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Power
There is a dog, barking, downstairs. Irritating beyond prickly leg hair and coffee-stained mugs. For the first time in my life, I have this overwhelming vehement desire to kill.the.dog.with.a.pitchfork.
God please help me, Charles and Margaret AREN'T MAKING ANY SENSE TO ME. I only have 2 days left.. 2 days. 2 days. 2 days. 2 days. 2 days. 2 days.
tried to hunch; 6:37 PM