rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

No Subject Line Deserved

The paper was delivered. I went out to fetch it and found that instead of lying flat as it usually does, it was standing on end. I have had thousands of papers delivered, and have never before seen one land on its end and stay that way. Now I want to go up and down the streets and stand all the papers on their ends. Then I can die happy.

Last night, the crescent moon caught on the top of a pine tree and hung there for a while. Jupiter hid among the branches of another tree. It's odd how trees can make distant objects look close, and also make them look bigger than they do when in empty sky.

Sluggo is being extremely temperamental. Or maybe he's just being mental. Whatever it is, I expect more of the same. Three terribly hot days are scheduled, and nothing can be done about that. Also, I still can't log in to my e-mail account. If it isn't fixed by this afternoon, I will call them and nag.

I don't know if I'll be able to post this entry. I don't know if I'll be able to get through July. One of those is more important than the other, but my brain is too hot to decide which.

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