thediastema's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yes, I'm aware that motherless kids with chronic respiratory problems are no laughing matter. Last night I was laundering my bed linens and I contrived a theory. Our clothes dryer is not an actual clothes dryer. It is a big, white metal box that contains a half-dozen photophobic, asthmatic orphans, and each asthmatic orphan has himself a little everlasting Capri Sun, or a box of Hi-C, and he nurses the damn thing ninety per cent of the eighty-minute full cycle, and the other ten per cent the orphans take turns puffing pathetically on whatever is supposed to be getting dried. O. And the orphans? Haven't had their goddamn albuterol in months! ~~ Dimples gets back tomorrow morning. She and her tattooed bartender boyf are apparently taking me out on the town later on. Stay tuned for the fallout. ~ETK "I thought I was addicted to the internet but I realized it's just that playing on the internet is infinitely more fun than anything I could be doing at work. Except for the time that lady came and played the bagpipes, that was more fun than the internet." --Amanda 20:00 - 06 January, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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