Richard Nixon expert now working for the Census Bureau having just driven by. Hot sun on my skin and reciprocal longing, from my brain, for shade…. I did not feel thirsty but thought I’d worn the wrong socks. “Humidity and shins a factor in my exhaustion,” I assessed. “As one runs, one becomes a marsh around one.”
The most meaningful event of the day occurred within the first 15 minutes of having woken up — and so I thought of the day as having been “top heavy” in that sense.
Woke up with a dream of a sexual encounter with someone I tangentially knew, which made me pensive but wasn’t the meaningful thing. Then I started leaping around and spilled a fair portion of my coffee — for I had discovered a bug.
I was too surprised to take any action against it — or to take any action for it for that matter; I had not previously seen his like here before. But not long after, while I was reading, I saw another one, or the same one, and he was being really obvious about it too, so that I put an overturned glass over him like I had done the other day at the shop, where I am sadly accustomed to seeing such creatures, so as to perform a catch and release; only this one moved too quickly for me and I hurt him — I saw that I had hurt him — which I didn’t like at all — the edge of the glass, instead of containing him, had first fallen on his back.
I carried him outside and threw him by the nearby tree alive but he had been hurt, which made me pensive, though those things are pretty tough. That was the most memorable moment of today, as I sit here in the evening.s
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