November 12th, 2003

Porcupine

I am on a sick leave

due to my arm. Strangely, even though I have not worked today, I am not happy and relaxed. I am tense and nervous. Perhaps this is because my guts are running wild again. Or perhaps freedom from work is not such a paradisical blessing as I seem to remember. Further tests are necessary to find out!

[EDIT] Or perhaps it is because of all the hurried footsteps upstairs, where only an elderly couple lives. I keep imagining that the man has keeled over dead or something, but it's been going on for quite a while now and nothing else has happened so I guess not.
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