gnoll's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- disjointed kristin walked up, hands fidgeting in her pockets, and said "sorry, that's it" and walked away again. the gymnasium was empty. i found a stray hockey stick on the floor by the wall under a film of dust. picked it up and vented a little by winding up shots on net with foot-crushed pop cans. outside work people were scoping for a place to smoke. disinterested i fell back and so did this other dude, a friend of a friend of a friend of a stranger. him : man, work was tough today.. me : ya. cut him off, cut him out, and split back to the gym. the stage curtain was new, dark brown velvet and thick. i laid down on a bunched up section and tried to read some camus but there was too much activity. 9:47 a.m. - Friday, Mar. 14, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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