2004-09-09 || 8:33 a.m.

|| catching up. ||

operation week before school/my undoing is unfolding nicely, with lots of extracurricular activities, the wasting of buckets of time, forties duct-taped to hands (although not personally. i was but an onlooker because a. hand family low tolerance curse dictated i only drink one forty. hand family claustrophobia/neurosis curse dictated I not strap it on for fear of freak out, b. someone needed to do all the taping/be available for dialing 911 in the event of edward fortyhands mishap/photo-document the proceedings/light cigarettes/offer services of unzipping flies in a most pseudo-motherly actually-quite-lechy manner), swimming in the san francisco bay with a future-health-of-babies may care attitude two days in a row, getting sunburnt, loving on my sister while she was in town (favorite part of hand sister convention �04: walking around the �loin on Saturday night between two shows at bars and looking for boys. Not in that we are well in our mid- to late-twenties and like to engage in social behavior in a grown-up manner way but in a sixth-grade roller-rink skate circles around the hockey player you have a crush on in hopes he notices and offers you nachos from the snack bar type way. there were no nachos to be had on saturday night, friends, but linking arms with my kelly and walking down polk was so very nice.), going to the baseball game and a. owen and joanna getting dru-unk, b. sitting at the very highest point over third base, c. not paying any attention to the game til inning 9 when bobby crosby pulled through if only for a second, d.
i am going to stop now because of all of the commas.

also, I am writing this within a work document so that it looks like I am working just furiously. very crafty!

And.

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