Sunday, July 08, 2007


Finished the side of the house while the kids and Cindy were at church. Two more wheel barrows full of nature's bones.

I drink 40ozs of Gatorade a day on the weekends.

We prowled the lawn. Scouting ant beds. Half a dozen victims. I'd spread a circle of poisoned granules around the mound. Cindy would sprinkle water from a blue pail. We'd watch them boil up from the earth. And slowly, they'd die.

At night I crave soynut butter and white bread. And a glass of milk.

Watched eight episodes of Heroes.

The more I sweat, the less I hear the ringing. Sometimes it is like a bomb beside my head. When it gets too loud, I ramble.
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