end of a day
2003-01-09 ~ 11:25 p.m.

incentive. praise. i know a little about that.

makes me think about work. makes me miss that about work.

and the other stuff?

it is bleeding over...

the cracks are starting to show...

i never meant for it to. i never do.

they are standing at the construction site assessing the damage. picturing the new structure design in their minds.

discussing the faulty supports and the shabby wiring that still remain...

so i asked...feeling a little insufficient in the memory department tonight...and because my writing has been stalled...unable to process that tricky ninth year.

they put the food out of my reach...i was not allowed to go to the bathroom alone....no privacy....her mirror.....the magazines and pictures and the broomstick....

it is funny that what i remember most are the surroundings. that i studied them like they were paintings and i memorized every brush stroke.

that sounds like me.

i have said enougn in here for one day.

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