| Written by Diana, on 09-11-2004 02:23 |
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I stayed in bed most of the weekend, emerging only long enough to shower, run to work, the grocery store, get on my bike and head back to bed. that was my whole weekend. it seems like that's my whole week as well but work lasts 8-9 hours a day, therapy's squeezed in twice a week, and sleep only takes up 1/4th of my day rather than half or more. i wish i lived closer to work so i could sleep more, but that would require that i sleep less and actually leave my house for a change, make phone calls, and meet with people to find an apartment. there are sirens going outside somewhere, an unusual occurance here, and me sitting here with my clip-on book light with the lights off hearing them get closer. even sounds from far off make it sound like they're rallying the trops from east L.A., like our little Sheriff's station has only one available car tonight, the others are too old & rickety to get here in time. how pathetic. i wonder which abusive husband down the street struck his wife this time. a woman out in the street in her night gown talking to a cop while her husband's taken away in cuffs. the false peace of our little town disturbed. the truth comes out where it's least expected, hidden behind thick walls and thick foundation, a pair of sun glasses and hushed whispers at the elementary school's gossiping mother's meething, the first and third wednesday of the month.
Last update: 09-11-2004 02:23
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