October 8th, 2003

run the fuck away

I worked today.

At nine or so, I hear from Sean. The landscaping crew he's on is short a person, do i want some money?


There's alot more to say on this matter, like about how people soak six million into having the right trees transplanted and the right pond dug a short distance from the pool and bourgeios oppression, but my hands hurt, and since three of the fingers on my right hand don't want to work properly (something to do with huge ripped open blisters), I'm going to save that for another time.

Oh, and "The Invisibles" from DC Vertigo ranks as one of the coolest fucking things I've read in a long time. Trippy, surreal, enlightening... chilling.