|a million bucks.
||[Oct. 9th, 2004|10:45 am]
|||||don't ever pray for me.||]|
|||||crown me king- alfred pennyworth.||]|
in order to restore my powers i need only feast on the heart of a unicorn. & trust me, they ain't as pure as legend would have it. anyhow, i ended up hitting the hay around 6:30, grabbing a few zz's, you know. sawing a log. & the log saw me. woke up, dry heaved a while (woke up heard, say thankya) stood in the shower, schleped off to flatbush, home of islandfolk & russians. sometimes russian island folk (i swear, honest injun). so here i am alone at work, alternatly feeling tired, reading astro city, selling books ($30.30 in dante today), & wandering around like a sleep dep. victim. & i guess now i'm hungry. hungry for that fucking heart. oh let us say grace.