TODAY I WOKE PROMPTLY AT 7AM TO THE UNWELCOMING STATIC CHATTER OF OUR LOCAL PUBLIC RADIO STATION. IT SEEMS THAT SOMETIME IN THE NIGHT SOMEONE/THING HAD FIDDLES WITH THE TUNING OF MY CLOCK RADIO AND PLACED THE DIAL SOMEWHERE BETWEEN LOUD OBNOCTIOS HISSING AND HORRIBLY OFFENSICE SCRATCHING STATIONS. (I HAVE MY SUSPISSIONS IT IS MY NEW FURRY FRIEND SHELDON. AN ADORABLE LITTLE MOUSE I DONT HAVE THE HART TO KILL, YET.) AFTER LISTENEING TO THE AUDIBLY TORTUTOUS RACKET FOR EXACTLY 13 MINUTES I DECIDED TO RISE. AT SOME POINT IN THE NIGHT/EARLY MORNING I WAS AWAKENED BY AN INTERNAL HEAT WAVE. RELIZING I HAD FALLEN ASLEEP LISTENING TO MUSIC WITH ALL THE LIGHTS ON AND STILL WEARING SOCKS SHOES PANTS AND SHIRT I SUPPOSE I MANNAGED TO PULL OFF WHAT I COULD. THIS, WHEN I WOKE TO THE ALARM LATER, RESULTED IN ME WEARING ONE LEFT SOCK ONE PANT LEG (RIGHT) AND TEE SHIRT SECURELY AROUND RIGHT WRIST. I IMAGINE WHAT PROMPTED MY RUDE AWAKINING MAY HAVE BEEN TWO GUN SHOTS THAT SOUNDED LIKETHEY HAD BEEN FIRED DIRECTLY OUTSIDE MY BASEMENT/BEDROOM WINDOW. (THIS CONFIRMED TO NOT BE A DREAM BY MY ROOMATE & FRIEND JOE S. ES HE WAS AWAKENED BY IT AS WELL.) AFTER GETTING DRESSED AND WASHED UPI HEAD FOR THE DOOR AND REALIZE IT IS 8 AM AND I HAVE ABSOLUTLY NO REASON TO BE AWAKE OR GOING ANY WHERE. THAT RESOLVED, I MOUNTED MY BIKE AND RODE OFF INTO THE BRISK BEAUTIFULL RUESDAY MORNING. I FOUND MYSELF A LITLE LATER ON THE SHORE OF SOME FOREST PARKPOND READING IN THE SHADE AND INTERMITINGLY STARING AT TADPOLES OR MINNOWS OR SOME SORT OF WHATER BOUND SPERM LIKE THING. AFTER ABOUT 75 PAGES I SNAP AWAKE AND RELIZE ID BEEN NAPPING IN THE SUN FOR THE LAST HOUR OR SO. WITH STILL AN HOUR TO SPARE BEFORE DONING MY PENGUIN SUIT AND HANDING OUT REFRESHMENTS TO THE 7-10 PREDICTIBLY SLOW DAYTIME MOVIE GOERS, I DECIDED TO CONTINUE READING. A LITTLE BORED AND NOW SWEATING FORM THE BLAZING OCTOBER SUN (?), I FIGURED IT WAS TIME TO VENTURE TI AN AIRCONDITIONED PLACE WITH A COMPFY CHAIR AND CONTINUE READING WHILE GETTING PAID (AN IMPRESSIVE $8/HR. IT ONLY TOOK ME 3 YEARS, 3 TIMES EITHER GETTING FIRED OR QUITTING, AND ONE REQUEST FOR A RAISE TO GET TO THAT ENTIRELY UNHEARD OF WAGE FOR SOMEONE WHO DOES SO CLOSE TONOTHING THAT I PRACTICLY IS...NOTHING). AND THUS STARTS OCTOBER 9TH, 2007.
AT TIMES I FEEL MY WRITING MAY SOUND ABIT CONTRIVED BUT I ASSURE YOU, THESE ARE INFACT THE WORDS GOING THROUGH MY HEAD AT THIS TIME. I LRB, AM STILL RETARDO 314.
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I AM SUSPICIOUS THAT STARING AT WORDS AND LETTERS FOR HOURS A DAY CAN MAKE YOU THINK TOO MUCH.
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WHAT A PLEASENT AND FULLFILLING FEELING TO WAKE IN THE MORNING, STEP OUTSIDE, AND TAKE A DEEP COOL BREATH OF THE NEW CLEAN CRISP FALL AIR. MY FIRST IMPRESSION OF OCTOBER 10TH 2007 WAS VERY PLEASING.THE LATE MORNING WELCOMED ME WITH THE SOUNDS OF A MARCHING BAND PRACTICING THEIR LATESTED CROWD RALLY-ING SONDS. FULLY AQUIPTED WITH AN IMPRESSIVE DRUM SECTION. THESE SOUNDS WELCOMED ME TO WHAT I BELEVE WILL BE A WONDERFULLY BEAUTIFUL DAY.
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