| Wednesday, December 22, 2004 |
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*purr*
Today is one of those good days. I spent all morning (*while* doing my work, keep in mind) staring at the sundogs out my window and watching mist rise off the river. I'm heading out for an extended lunch soon, and then tonight will be drinking myself into oblivion with free booze (and food!) in a Roadrunners box suite. It makes the bitchiness, broken washer and messy apartment of yesterday almost forgotten... Although, be forewarned...ruin my good mood and face my wrath. Rawr. ********** Edit: To add to my fabulous day, I think I just found my new favourite song, thanks to Warren Kinsella... One Great City! The Weakerthans Late afternoon, another day is nearly done. A darker gray is breaking through a lighter one. A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground. That hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor, and in the Dollar Store the clerk is closing up, and counting Loonies, trying not to say, "I hate Winnipeg." The driver checks the mirror, seven minutes late. The crowded riders' restlessness enunciates that the Guess Who suck, the Jets were lousy anyway. The same route every day. And in the turning lane, someone's stalled again. He's talking to himself, and hears the price of gas repeat his phrase: "I hate Winnipeg." And up above us all, leaning into sky, our Golden Business Boy will watch the North End die, and sing "I love this town," then let his arcing wrecking ball proclaim, "I hate Winnipeg." Liberated at 11:26 a.m. | |
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