2003-06-20 - 3:08 p.m.
Not busy, for once.
I am waiting for my fate, the Harry Potter Midnight Sale. I hadn't realized there were worse ramafications to working in a bookstore than, say, asshole customers. But apparently screaming children and leaving work at 2 am were also part of the package.
I wrote a book in my dreams last night, and then I had another subsequent dream in which I woke up, remembering the dream, and was able to write a book. I didn't recall all this until an hour ago, and I have no idea what the book was about. But, oh, it was so good.
I got my wisdom teeth removed and had a large bulge in my cheek. Upon describing the situation to coworkers:
One asked, "Didn't they have to give you a shot of novacaine?"
I replied, "The doctor said I was going to feel a small prick at the back of my mouth, and I was so under that nitrous oxide at that point I told him I would be okay with any sized prick."
That was fun.
Grandaddy, August 11th. Philadelphia. A two hour car ride with J. Time to break out my Mad Libs.
Did anyone else see that horrific Beach Boys movie on ABC last Saturday? Actually, y'all most likely have a life. But I did. Wooh. It was badddd. To demonstrate Brian's weight gain, they added pillows to the actor's robe. And you could see the rectangle outlines. High budget work.
I'm tired of driving.
Later,
j
+Cat Power, song #1+ I don't have the track listing.
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