It was worse going in the second time. I thought I had escaped Jake’s visit with only a 2-inch gash around my wrist; it was my war wound, proof that I could help hold onto a 90 lb., angry, thrashing Pit Bull. “I’m going to need more blood from Jake,” the doctor said, and I could scarcely believe my ears. He had struggled with the dog too. Was relieved when we got blood the first time. Walking back in, I felt like some grand dare devil about to stick my head in a lion’s mouth. Jake greeted us with Don’t-Fuck-With-Me barks and growls. “Do you want to muzzle him or do you want me to?” the doctor asked, distracted with his note taking. I wanted to forget the muzzle and flee the premises. But I didn’t. Instead I took the muzzle from the doctor and slinked toward Jake.
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150 words or less
I’m going to try this constraint again. I tried it for a few days last year and found it to be fun. One of the reasons I haven’t been posting lately is because I’m tired after work, and, when I do blog, I stop half-way through and decide the work is too dull to post. I think I can put together 150 interesting words to comment on life, books, etc.
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Boredom is the absence of attention. When bored, pay attention. (From the editors of Tricycle)
“We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.” —Japanese Proverb (lifted from Soul Pancake)
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Yesterday, I thought about the times I visited KMart with my mother when I was a kid. We’d eat together in the cafeteria; I’d gobble down a hot dog and chocolate pudding with whipped cream. I loved going there. They had layaway (I think they still do). My parents purchased a lot of stuff that way. I think stores should bring layaway back; I’d much rather do that these days than put purchases on a credit card.
Today, I thought about the television show V. I wonder if anyone remembers it? The people in the show looked normal, but when the normal skin was peeled away, a green, lizard skin was revealed. I remember one of the aliens had a child with a human. It was a scary lizard baby. I think this show really freaked me out when I was a kid.
This evening I ate far too much sugar cookie dough. And when I say far too much, I’m not meaning a wimpy, one or two dollops of dough. I’m talking enough cookie dough (and pizza and a drop of beer) to make me say I may never eat cookie dough ever ever ever ever again. And I fuckin’ love cookie dough. But not right now. Right now I want wrap my arms around and rest my head against the cold toilet bowl. But I won’t because I’m really quite a germ freak.
The Puzzle Box 