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Thurs|07.11

Stood under the sun, on the bus island, waiting, already late for work. Hot. Hot. Hot. Man next to me, old suit, trenchcoat, hat, glasses, chubby earlobes and a worried, hangdog look.

Could feel him staring; I looked down the street, pretending to watch for a bus. Finally, I glanced over.

"Do you think I'm so tired because of the heat?"

He sounded worried. Pet.u.lant. His lips moved in a way that said his teeth weren't in.

"I don't know."

"It could be the heat."

It was hot, true. I didn't want to talk. A bus approached and I backed up a bit to meet it.

"Do you take a multivitamin?" the man asked, and I shook my head.

"Do you think I should take a multivitamin?"

I stepped onto the bus without answering, throwing back a small smile. I really didn't know what he should do. I really didn't know.

(My smile said this: "Forgive me, stranger, but I must be on my way. This is no reflection on you." I've studied the international language of smiles and have a strong handle on seven of them.)

Foggy now, cool. A sign I pass almost every day has SISTER SISTER SISTER spraypainted over the legal street parking times. "WHAT?" I think when I pass it. It's chiding me. Obviously. Bastard sign.

This site is interesting. Wonder if it'll work.

The three or four lunches I've had from from the new Lee's on Spear have made me sick. I'm telling you, I'm only going back maybe once. I know when to say when.

Drinking water. Feeling ill. Watching City Hall TV.

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Sun|07.07

Caught on side. Caught, nails. Mmmmmm, stretch, but caught. Mmmmm. Gotta let go. Gotta...oh there they go. Okay now. Gotta lick that.

She's on couch, so I'm on couch. That black thing, up there, by the sunhole, sometimes I sit there. Watch. WOOO!!! FLYING THING WHERE DID IT--- aw crap.

She killed it herself! Hmph. Black string flickers in breeze could be snake. Could be. Stuck to big black smell mmmmm, where was that. Little bit there, taste it. Weird. Huh. Smells like. Huh.

Path not clear, must jump. Many hurdles. Good for me. Run across bed, desk, window. Stick nose out. Something is THERE. Something.

Something.

That dinging again. What the FUCK? I stare at her. She knows, but she won't turn it off. Pththt. Fucking sound.

Under, under, go under. Tunnel. Curl. Dark soft under. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz