May 2011
Watching the Britney/Brittany episode of Glee while licking 350 envelopes at work?
That, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call productivity.
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She woke me up at dawn, her suitcase like a little brown dog at her heels.
I sat up and looked out the window at the snow falling in the stand of blackjack trees.
A bus ticket in her hand.
Then she brought something black up to her mouth, a plum I thought, but it was an asthma inhaler.
I reached under the bed for my menthols and she asked if I ever thought of cancer.
Yes, I said, but...
