| Friday, November 10, 2000 I do not know what this thing can do. I sit before it, it takes away my sleep. I suppose I can always sleep later, but my time is very much mandated by the little one. Tired time spent in his dew-drop land. Lying in grass, we go to the park. We whisper then sing loud of all the things I forgot. I can not imagine anything finer. The reality kicks in though and I shiver to know that I am so full of this desire to do more. He will not suffer from this. I must sleep. Dew-drop land opens 9am sharp. That is something to love, to wander in this world half-cocked for 10 straight years to find yourself devouring the energy of a two year old. Those assholes could never touch this, they were wearing solid and metallic hats. They were chattering of things I could not respect. This one says his money's all gone. That one says that she is all wrong. I do not want to sit there anymore. They break my concentration. |
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