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2003-02-11 - 2:53 p.m. |
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Oh Otis, baby, sing to me. Love that man, love him love him LOVE HIM. We all know I was in a terrible funk leading up to class, but I�m in that damned funk every week and I think it was less bad this week. I�m a rip-roaring gal. I think my 20 miles this weekend are what have made me so damn buoyant. I feel like running all around the neighborhood. I keep thinking I�m about to run into somebody great, somebody like old Martin who lives in New Mexico and who was never a great friend of mine but I miss him just the same, practically worse than I miss most anybody. The sun has bleached the earth. I panicked for a moment at lunch, sitting out back with Bash, the sun was so bright it was hard to see anything at all and I thought and I knew, things are not what they seem. That made me all shivery. Oh you know, you know, I am hyper and excited. This morning I bounded out of bed and then me and Bash sat on the arm of the couch looking out the front window. We looked at the robins and at the neighbor�s dogs and we talked for a long time about puppies and birds. We talked so long that when I looked at the time it was 7:45 and I have to be at work at 8 and I hadn�t even brushed my teeth. But it was fun. Like the morning after a slumber party when all your friends are still over and you�re not sick of them yet. I�m having fun. That�s all I wanted to say. Now tell me, I mean tell me, that this song does not make you laugh, even when you can�t hear it. Tell me because is that's true I have to mark you off my list (what list?) straight away. Tramp! |
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