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And Wednesday: A series of non sequitors

And Wednesday
The magnetic fields of the earth are still 700,00 years overdue for a reversal, which makes me nervous.

And Wednesday
The word 'parchment' makes me think, inevitably, of Egypt, where I've never been but would like to go, but probably never will, for as yet unknown reasons.

And Wednesday
microscope. nuff said.

And Wednesday
While putting putting on my shoes, I find some sand from that day at the beach two weeks ago, when the two of us walked in the e. coli infected surf and dodged seaweed and bottle caps to cool our feet on a hot day.

And Wednesday
The boundaries of my mind expanded slightly, or contracted. I can't really tell from where I'm sitting.

And Wednesday
The spine of the book in front of me reads "Keith Katchik, Hungry Ghost, A Novel, Harper Collins.'

And Wednesday
I remind myself, (as I've been doing lately), that one of thekeys to getting what you want is knowing what you want. Really want. And then doing something the fuck about it.

And Wednesday
The Newswires are abuzz with the prospect of a North Korean Summit.

And Wednesday
My bosses skintone is copper, after returning from a vacation in Key West.

And Wednesday
I hope to have a day I'd wish to duplicate next Wednesday and for all Wednesdays forever, if I could.

And Wednesday
I left a footprint when I cut across some fresh sod.

And Wednesday
I'm so bored at work I actually spend time trying to think of a way to use 'crayon' in a poem, but fail.


And Wednesday
A synapse in my brain misfires, and I trip going up the escalator, scraping my shin.

And Wednesday
I have a platonic crush on the goofy/cute girl who answers the phones, and I wonder if this is appropriate.

And Wednesday
I wonder why I'm paying for cable tv I never use, and resolve to bring the issue up with my roommates, maybe, but then decided against it.

And Wednesday
I emptied some boxes at work.

And Wednesday
I have a thought which jars me: I am almost 29, which means I am getting closer to 30. What have I done with my life? And why is 30 such a big fuckin' deal?

And Wednesday
I remembered to put that pen (my favorite, a gel I stole from work with a pefect rubber grip) in my bag so I could edit that story on lunch.

And Wednesday
The coins in my pockets, all pennies except for one dirty nickel, total 47 cents.

And Wednesday
I ate 5 slices of cheese, and 5 slices of bread for breakfast.

And Wednesday
On Wednesday I think I'll get a multilayered sandwich for lunch, perhaps from Potbelly's.

And Wednesday
Before breakfast, I clear Tuesday's Tribune off the kitchen table.


And Wednesday
I am again amused at the use of 'tapping' (by Greg, the 21 year old intern) as a euphemism for sex.

And Wednesday
Is after all, just another one of the bricks in the wall.

And Wednesday
I watched a strange man on the train maneuver himself closer to a strange woman and say 'hello.'