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2001-11-27 || 1:49 p.m. || bottomless bags and rilly itchy shoulders. || at lunch i am digging in the bottomless magic mary poppins bag for a pen. i have at least four pens at all times. but alas, today, no. there is my paper diary and my idea book, the blue wallet and a paperback, a bottle of pamprin, approximately four packets of sugar, two moist towelettes, a checkbook, an empty book of stamps, a full book of stamps minus two, an unsent letter, 2 cds, my lucky knit writing beanie, a half a swiss cheese sandwich, an address book, phone bill gas bill credit card bill did i pay those?, receipts, empty package of gum, eye drops, contact lens case, empty pack of cigarettes, full pack of cigarettes minus one (i tried very hard not to buy a new pack today.), two lighters, two empty books of matches, change purse full of foreign coins and pennies all stuck together from violin string rosin, keys, quarters, hair clips, a roll of film. you get the idea. but no pens. no beloved pilot p-500, not even that crappy black felty one that kept surfacing. and i really needed to write. ho diggedy. both my shoulders are itching. they have been itching for days and days. what does that mean? someone is thinking of me in alaska? i will come into big sums of money? i have cat scratch fever and my hair will fall out? guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |