twenty seven zero six zero nine

10:02 pm.

“Was the sound of the distant drumming just the fingers on your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragments of a song
Half remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?”
(swing out sister)

finally.  i get to rest tomorrow.  the wicked needs some rest after all.  i think i need to.  i think i really have to.  there are no choices left for me.  but to take the rest i need. 

there are things i wanna do tomorrow.  i have two options actually.  sleep the whole day.  or go to the woods, to stoney creek and ride my bike.  either way would be great.  i think.  but we’ll see. 

im just kinda confused right now.  damn.

hold on.  brb.

10:22 pm.

do you even realize that you could sleep while standing?  yes it is so possible.  LOL  its one of the skills i learned at the museum.  in the really slow times, thats all i do.  well.  aside from my daydreaming mode.  and i realize that my forehead is getting flatter each time.  coz i lean on the door with my forehead.  and to even things out, i also shift my weight and lean on my temples.  hahahaha  now thats some special type of skill, dude.  eventually, im gonna be a square head.

a digital camera.  thats one of bruce’s new toy.  and its in his pocket all the time.  in his freetime, he takes pictures of the people passing by.  or the people across the street.  hahahaha oh dude.  such a lame hobby. 

remember the couple of drug busts outside the museum last time?  well.  he got it all covered.  he took pictures on all of them.  hahahahaha  hmmm.  he could be a photojournalist in his past life too.  but were there photojournalists during the crimean war?  i guess not.  obviously.  LMAO

i think he’s planning of making a scrap book.  hmmm.  he’s into his second childhood, huh?  probably he’s into his second teenage life now.  he has probably some crushes now.  hahahaha

i remember about last winter, one of museum customers cried in front of me.  oh dude.  and i was like, what?  she held my hand and began to sob and eventually cried.  hahahahaha  and the lady was telling me that she has no friends left.  that even her best friend dissed her out.  oh dude.  i was about to laugh.  hahahaha

i should have told her that i also have no friends.  and we could be friends, you know.  and all we have is each other. and probably gave her a hug.  hahahahaha  it was so funny.

well.  i have to go.  i need to rest now.  i have to.

im out.

10:39 pm.

“When you knew that it was over
You were certainly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair”
(the colourfield)

10:38 pm.

~ by the fortunate pilgrim on June 27, 2009.