this twilight garden..........

if you can dodge a wrench you can dodge the wrath of god ….or so it has been said, by…. someone very important ….…so yesterday was friday, i left santa cruz and drove to carmel, via monterey…i visited the monterey bay aquarium; and i finally bought a hat in the gift shop there that i have desired for a while now….
ok so maybe friday was nothing like that, but lucky me, i got to spend it here, and now saturday too, whohoo, but i decided to keep a running diary of this nights events……. This night in brief, if i can . . . i am not renowned for being brief .. .

6.30 PM: wake up
6.32 PM: ok i am dying, it is certain, my eyes are running and a frog has made my throat into a manger of some sort and plans to live there until he DIES of natural causes
7.30 PM: i should go to the chemist and get meds, i don’t, i drink hot milk, it SEEMS like the right thing to do, it’s not
8.00 PM: ahhhh the wedding singer is on ……i am a huge fan of ANYTHING that has don’t stop believing in it
11:34 PM: (still Friday) dave is ranting, it is a pretty funny rant so i humor him…..john stops by, says something, can’t remember what, but there where instructions to do something in there somewhere , dave cleaned the back room, it is uncomfortably clean in there
12.00 AM: dave leaves, silence, silence…ah yes, ….time to check blog…email…news, make coffee
12.15AM: ctrl + P = print
12.16 AM: i feel lonely and confined, i pretend to be lost in a canoe at sea, ……it doesn’t help
1:36 AM: it occurs to me how much fun it would be to have a golf cart here, cruising around lambton in a golf cart would be amazing, it is almost as if the hallways are saying, ‘elizabeth, feel free to cruise through the halls in a golf cart and break as many traffic laws with it as you can’…….instead i pick up ‘get behind me satan’….its aggressive title cloaks its mellowness…. and i forget my pipe dreams
2.45 AM: i make up a secret friend, his name is albert and is deathly afraid of people

***** good for you, you stopped reading****


3:24 AM: like a couple of crazy kids albert and i try to hack into the kreml , secretly i feel a little like matthew broderick in war games when he hacks in to whatever he had to hack in to

3:54 AM: the tv and the fpl couch sucks up a lot of my time…

5.48 AM: self reflection….exactly fifteen minutes of my time is spent thinking about being more serious and adult, as apposed to being stupid and immature, it passes , i’m glad
6.03 AM: albert sneaks ‘out’ and then sneaks ‘in’ because ‘out’ was not all that interesting
6.20 AM: i realized that my good old friend spellcheck does not even recognize its own name and underlines it in red ….HA! ( i feel superior for a good twenty seconds)
6.22 AM: i have nothing to be proud of
6.23 AM: i discover that melanie griffith has a website AND a blog and that she is waaaay more screwed up and crazy that we are……she is on a whole other level whacked …… but I should not say anything bad it might mess up up my chances of getting into the goddess club
6.25 AM: my iq drops, my head is spinning, ……i read people magazine, fatalities are likely
6:35 AM: albert has to leave so i’m faking sadness, his constant banter was starting to make it very hard to ignore him

7:22 AM: WAAAAAA!!!

8:00 AM: i’m out! i don’t really care about the rest of today, so i’m not going to go in to it…….mmm but...