I wish to express my strenuous distaste for this week starting off with the curtain rod falling onto my head as I stepped into the shower with such force that
spatch heard the noise of stainless steel onto skull from the bedroom. It hurt appallingly. It still doesn't feel so hot. I called after-hours care and was duly presented with a checklist of symptoms of concussion and brain bleed to watch out for, an activity not exactly compatible with attempting to plunge myself into unconsciousness for the few short hours before I need to be functional for already scheduled calls and appointments. I would like to know who I need to sacrifice to get a break. I always liked haruspicy. I know it's your own liver that counts.
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- 1: And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on
- 2: Shaking off the echoes of yesterday
- 3: Everything I love is on the table, everything I love is out to sea
- 4: He tried to run away, well, she hit him with a hammer
- 5: There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
- 6: She's got a common full of love
- 7: Counts the waves that somehow didn't hit her
- 8: If I were you, I'd be out on the town
- 9: Sit and watch my TV set
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