Monday, February 15, 2010

9:53 p.m.


Due to temporary narcolepsy/sheer terror, I will probably never get through all of Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange. Perhaps I should try the book.

The taste of any amount of old garlic is stale and fleeting to the palate, but it takes just half a clove of fresh garlic to turn one's mouth into a cave of stench so potent and lingering that it usurps even the harshest, baking soda-ridden toothpaste.

Work-induced headaches are easily relieved with a breath of fresh air and a trip to the grocery store.

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