new year's dreams
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2004-01-14 - 7:28 p.m.
and new year's flu. what a bummer. stocked full of sudafed daytime, buzzing, drifting into nyquil's nighttime bliss, breathing, sinking... jumping on a plane to London on new years day... trapped in a Diphenhydramine - Dextromethorphan HBr, cocktail cloud. London. the capital Inn. fish and chips. harrods, the underground to bond street. scarves tied, london style. gray. cool. coffee. crossiants. working- more and more. feeling better in the midst of travel- tiny hotel room- big deep bath. british reality shows- smoke. wine. beer. cocktails. office XP really really, i mean really sucks.smile. it's the new year. its so lovely when it comes. you plan fresh starts- new- better- ON SALE!- better habits, an exercise routine... a new book and calendar. a determination to make this one better than all of them before, because, you know you are lucky to have just made it this far. and dreams spring up in nighttime darkness. and you wonder... why don't i feel like this all the time? and why do the holidays take and give so much? why are they so happy and so taxing at the same time? some weird oxymoron. so intense, you know? and it will come back. in just 11 months. and as of right now, i still have 4, yes FOUR, gift cards to spend as i wish. ahh the gift card. what an excellent invention. "...bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it"
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