when that tickling gets to be too much

It’s 9:30 am and I am frisky and awake. I spent my time at his
house because he wanted to wake up easier in his creakity bed.

But that’s okay. It’s nice to sleep weird places every once in a while.
I got home and ran upstairs to use the bathroom because my drains are
currently clogged with shit, literally, bubbling up from the bathtub.
When I arrived there, there were my landlords clothing, piled into a
messy lump on the bathroom floor.

But anyways. Two things have been added to my life lately that have the
potential to flip everything inside out. One is a sexy acoustic guitar,
given to me by love-lost and found and lost again Paul. Then I managed
to bankrupt myself by purchasing a low-end but good enough digital
camera. See, I need reference pictures for paintings, and I need, most
of the time, visual notes in the form of easily deleted pictures and
such. I justified the expense by thinking, ebay, you can’t make money
without spending it. And I need pictures of the stuff I am selling. And
even better, how nice would illustration of my day be in regards to my
journal and all that?

Quite nice. Oh yes.

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