bed

I'm up at a horrifying hour of the day because I agreed to cover someone's shift today. Right before my alarm scared me into consciousness, I had a long drawn out dream about being three hours late for this shift. Kind of annoying.

Last night I bought a new bed for $50 thanks to Craigslist. A nice girl about my age just bought a bigger one, and the set was still fairly new and it's good. I learned three important things last night. A full size mattress will fit in the back of my mother's car. A full size box spring will not. Fifty feet of nylon rope at HEB is $2.79. Laa. But now I have a new bed, and that is good.

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Jarhead was good, and strange, and thoughtful. Even though it was nothing like it, it reminded me of all the CNN coverage I watched before school about the war.

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Tyler keeps accusing me of having a look on my face. What look is this? He can't seem to describe this to me. Words fail us. Do I have a look? I can't see it, so how could I know.