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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Shit. This Is Bad.

Twitchy.

All of a sudden I'm twitchy.

This is new.

I was sitting here at my desk, in my office, where I've spent the better (and I use that word lightly) part of the last three years and suddenly I noticed the walls were melting.

Now logically we both know the walls couldn't have been melting. I was fully aware of this fact at the time, but nonetheless, there were the walls of my office. And they were melting.

Suddenly I'm thinking about the late Mr.Olsen's third period history class my sophomore year of high school and how everyday we would watch out the windows as a groundhog would walk across the softball field at just about the exact same time.

Everything in my office is sort of grey and slow...and the walls are still melting but now everything else is getting sort of blurry.

I'm thinking that next week I have a lot of homework due.

Except I've been out of school for nearly three years now and I can't imagine any possible scenario under which I would ever have to do homework again.

It looks like its about to rain. And there's a pressure behind my ears. My throat is dry.

My mother doesn't like it when I drive in the rain. I've only had my license for three weeks. It's cold but refuses to snow.

The dorm room is a moldy yellow with cold tile floors. My roommate is tall and has funny ear piercings. We watch MTV all night, but never talk to each other. He speaks French in his sleep and I wonder if he's plotting to kill me. When I tell him he speaks French in his sleep he seems surprised.

I'm hiding in a shower of the bathroom on the first floor of the girl's dorm. I'm wrapped in a red sheet. There's shaving cream on my legs. Did this really happen?

She's a little girl playing on the rug with the tv running in the background while we all sit at the table eating burnt grilled cheese sandwiches and drinking tomato soup out of coffee cups. Why am I bleeding?

I'm in love. She's too young. I'm in love. She's too old. I'm in love. I've never been in love. I'm not in love. I'm too young to be so old. I'm so cold. Am I?

The walls are melting. I can taste it.

Twitch.

Shit. This is bad.

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