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Wed, Oct. 4th, 2006 | 09:21 pm  slavezombie


Big house
slavezombie
I don't live in a big house. I rent a big bedroom, one bath house. For the life of me, I can't remember where I stored my case of beer; so, instead of hunting that case down to fill up those empty spaces in the fridge, or buying another case of Becks beer, I've disocvered a new drink mix. The classic soda and whiskey. Two tall glasses please.

It's a shame that meals take away from the effect of alcohol. It's amazing what a different state a person can be in when a meal is eaten with two glasses of soda and whiskey. I've programmed my Tivo to dub DEAD LIKE ME because I think that's such a gothic title. I like to know what the fashion looks like for a show like DEAD LIKE ME. Nobody looks gothic though, and I wonder whether this might not be one of those shows that were recorded years ago, to be broadcast on cable only now. Or maybe it's really 2009 and I don't know it. Anyway, today's episode* actually had a sad ending which made me cry. I don't know if it is the events of the day that brought me to tears, the…

I've actually reached that point of tipsiness where having numbness of the face seems to fascinate my hands as they find some reason to touch my nose, my cheek, scratch, smell, etc.

… liquor, or the DEAD LIKE ME episode. This morning I wrote to my favorite journalist (again). Here is a description of being on edge of a nervous breakdown. I wrote to my network news network anchor about an eerie house alarm that sounds thru my bedroom window each and every morning. It's so faint, I don't know if it's in my head, but I hear it every morning. At work, today, there's a problem with the alarm system which is sounding a door chime. Nobody seems to know how to stop that incesant sound. As I give it a whirl, the alarm starts to sound outside, just like a typical security alarm system.

**Rest in peace


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