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i'd forgotten
what a bitch a hangover can be. started
4pm white wine in Thermos w/ Jesse P.M.
@ the market, bought a couple of tall
Sparks & stopped by Dave's for a
smoke & the final 3rd of an
atrocious movie (Jurassic Park 3, whose
emotional climax is the sending in of
the Marines--who doesn't feel relief at
the sight of M16s?), 300th Simpsons
episode catsitting upstairs neighbor's
apt, brandy, Grand Marnier, gin &
tonix out of a tall glass the 3 of us
shared by the fire (back downstairs),
then latenight playground antics under
fool moon, big egg feast at Beth's 3:33
a.m., then up at 8 today, coffee goes
down untasted, my life held together by
a block of margarine, couldn't really
feel my body then unexpectedly called in
to work, a long surreal drive w/
coworker, i shot movies of passing
poles, reflections in cars, people x-ing
the street. the work was hard--pulling
out a laurel tree with chain and
dumptruck, then cutting it up amid
chainsaw fumes and no ear muffs, digging
out stump, heavy transplanting, throwing
two-handed chunks of concrete into a
loud diesel payloader, but somewhere
after dragging off limbs the hangover
broke like a fever, an all over body
sweat & for a second i never felt
better.
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