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Thursday, June 21st, 2007
Prepositions
Flann O'Brien made me sad when he said, "After great merriment comes sorrow and good weather never remains forever," except that that's the way it goes. I was having an easy day at my internship, and then they had me go around and survey angry people. I was thinking of going down to the waterfront to get some ice cream, and wound up going to the waterfront to prevent my mom from killing herself. The guinea pig has done nothing but provide hours of entertainment for this house, especially for Greta who, since Pig's move to the coffee table, has not left her side for thirty-six hours and has given the family another talking point (the original Odd Couple), but then also Cocoa Bean escaped her cage and we've heard coyotes lately and I just hate so badly that that is most likely her fate because we can't find her, and it reminds me of the time two years ago when Tub was lost for sixteen days and no one seemed to understand or still seems to understand just how heart-wrenching and devastating that entire saga was.
I've got a lot of memories, a lot of bad ones, and sometimes I think about them too much and I start daydreaming about getting into big brawls and punching the shit out of everyone, but then little four-year-old girls come into work and tell me they love me and they just make me want to have all the children in the world, and I remember that bad attitudes attract no one and if I attract no one then no one will ever tell me they love me again.
And then I wonder who I'm writing to, or what I'm writing for.