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Just so you know, today did suck. To add to all the things that had gone wrong already, I woke up from the middle of a nap in the afternoon and dragged myself out of bed in order to go swim. I should have taken my own advice and stayed at home. Because of course the pool was closed and they were cleaning the water. They never clean the water otherwise, mind you. I swim in in a pool full of leaves and dead insects and live insects and (once) tobacco packets. And I suppose there's a lot of pee in there too. But today they had to clean the pool. Express orders from the Universe I suppose. And I didn't get done fixing my canvas. I fixed it some, but it could still go either way. I'll find out on Monday. 

I give up Zonk. On today. I will let it go and I will read a book all night. A book I've already read, of course. You didn't suppose I'd have found a New book on a day like this, did you. 
Night.

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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