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Another night of wild dreaming. These were not frightening as last night. Think Craig staging another production, in an empty Japanese restaraunt, with a story about snow demons. I was kissing Keith backstage. Very funny.

I have to write a huge paper on Skvorecky and Salinger, but everytime I start writing I feel so at a loss as to what to say.

one cigarette day

The exit before mine is blocked off by bright red police issue flares. On the access road there is an accident of epic proportions, at least a half dozen cars wounded and twisted. It's an eerie sight, with those flashing lights and teenage girls in short standing in the grass. I wonder if anyone was hurt, if anyone's in the ER down the road right now.

I was rude to a customer today. Ask me if I care.
He really was a right toyal bastard, and coming into my store after I've made the closing announcement and demanding to go through two months worth of magazines to look for a cartoon is just asking for trouble. Do your damn homework, or your kid's damn homework sooner than the night before it's due.

The odd headache, which has receeded now that I'm away from work is either due to nicotine addiction or work. I think it's work.

Precious little accomplished today. Sigh.