2006-08-30

my last twelve minutes

It's 5:48 in the morning, and in twelve minutes I will be on my way to Madison.

The only flaw in my otherwise perfect getaway is that my nose has swollen up to roughly four times it's normal size overnight.

So I'm using these last few minutes at home to ice the swelling while reflecting on memories.

Memories like how I used to be able to breathe out of my fucking nose

zebrasaur at 5:48 a.m.

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