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[Jan. 9th, 2004|10:44 am]
Chaz Meyers
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Since Tuesday, I've had a little friend on my walk to Fern Rock. A dead rabbit, sitting right in the middle of the sidewalk. This baffles me a bit. How did this rabbit die? Since it is in the city, my first assumption would be that it got run over. However, there are no tread marks on him or her and the rabbit is not in the street. As I mentioned before, the rabbit is on the sidewalk. The first day I saw the rabbit from afar, I thought it might've been a small log. Most logs don't have a pair of eyes staring back at you.
If I was in a book, I imagine this is the part where literary critiques and professors for first year English courses would be shouting that this is a clear case of symbolism, or perhaps foreshadowing. I don't live in a book, though. It is just a dead rabbit. I wonder if he or she will still be staring back up at me when I walk to work next Monday.
Somehow I managed to slip from waking up at 8:00am to waking up at 10:00. I imagine it was the night I stayed up until 3:00 which did me in. Arg. Must fix.
Last night, I went from work at the Temple School to the Creppert Shack. It was nice to have some human intervention associated with the projects I've been working on for a few weeks now. I swear that man is the craziest driver I know. That is saying a bit much, since I know people who have gotten behind the wheel after consuming alcohol. It seems as though Karma has caught up with the latter individual, though, so I am not going to fret that too much.
I think I am supposed to hang out with  thisoneslife for her birthday tonight. Sadly, we got disconnected mid sentence last night. Hopefully she'll call me sometime today and have a happy birthday. That last part probably goes without saying, though.
Someone made brownies last night or before I woke up this morning, and was kind enough to leave a plate of two labeled "FOR CHAZ" in big capital letters. Isn't that sweet? |
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