ShagmoorLounge

August 23, 2005

Work is kicking my ass, but I like it. Miss Ennui finally came and got the last of her shit out of here. The team has all gone home, back to their own little caves, back to hot meals and xbox. I am here alone and the junkyard is eerily quiet. I'm listening for the sound of my wife's car. I know the sound of her wheels. She's bringing me some ghetto mex and we're having a night off with ourselves. Happily married.

She's not going back to school this semester. She wants to get her head together. I know what she really wants. She wants in Otis or Parsons. She should have it. Who am I to stop her. Who is anyone to tell her no? She's working on her dresses and her business and her head. She quit the shrink and she threw her cell phone off the gateway bridge the other night. We took the SIM card out first. I told her I'd get a new phone today but she doesn't want one. She doesn't want anyone calling her or bugging her for now. That'll last a day. How the fuck is she gonna run a business without a phone?

Things are going a little too well. I don't like it. Something's gonna pop soon, I can feel it.

I've been going to my physical therapy every other day pretty much. It hurts llike a motherfucker but I always get a nice massage afterward. Those fuckers have me drooling like Pavlov's dumb dogs.

I'm into what's going in the Eastside. I like what I'm hearing lately at Alex's. There's a lot of good local shit going on lately. Have you heard?

The Shadow knows 10:04 PM
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