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contours provocations
journal - 2001-0319 - mon 2100 Little Things; Sicky Poo; I Flunk College Again I've come across a few comments about this humble site elsewhere, and the descriptions can be summed up as "deals with the little things of life." In a way, I think of little things as crystallizing big things. Or at least I think I do. For example, the present environment is relatively quiet. No stereo, no radio, no TV. Traffic noise from the Interstate several blocks away seeps in. And now and then the wind chime outside my back door offers some brief notes. And not infrequently there is the distant roar and screech of planes headed toward the airport. Three of cat are napping on the couch with me. This is my chance to focus, to contemplate, to define. And the highlight of my day. By Friday of last week, I finally reached a point whence I could eat something without being bothered with nausea. Of course, this was after several days of drugs. And I made the mistake yesterday of having a too-spicy lunch. Still difficult to predict what will or will not bother me. I know that anytime you have a tummy bug, you're suppose to have Sprite, 7Up, ginger ale, soup, crackers, etc. The problem is I hate Sprite, 7Up, ginger ale, etc. In fact, I'm convinced Sprite, 7Up, etc. makes me feel worse. Last night, I had another in a long series of dreams about flunking college courses. It was test day, and I went from class to class and had no idea how to answer anything. There were other tests that I didn't bother with because I hadn't been to the class in months. And I kept thinking there might be some other courses, but I couldn't remember. And in all these dremas, there is always a reference to a Spanish class. One that I've never attended. PAX!
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