itchy wrist

my left wrist is itching like crazy, and in an attempt to remedy the situation, i've been liberally applying my fingernails. somehow it doesn't seem to be working, but this is beside the point.

the point is that i've been on iChat most of the day, and i'm sick of staring at tiny electronic boxes. [insert self-reflexive comedic situational irony here]. it seems as though i can sense the days already growing shorter, and my mind wants to drift to self-injurious thoughts like: there's not enough time. i know this is false, and it is (almost) amusing to watch it rise and fall...

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the wind is blowing the palm trees outside and the sky has gone gray. the rains are about to begin, and i'm barricaded inside my apartment with a fridge full of fruit, a cupboard full of chai, and hours before i sleep...