Today I woke up with the feeling of a
fist in the center of my spare tire, and not because I'd been holding
my urine for 9 hours, but from anxiety of knowing I'd have to release
that 9 hour hoarding session in front of a few non entertained
spectators. Nothing like getting up in the morning and peeing in
public. And with Murphy sent off on his winter wonderland vacation,
(a.k.a my moms house) I didn't have to venture outside to be his non
entertained spectator.
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Murphy off to Vacation |
Once at work after the deeds had been
done it was still hard to get my focus off the fist in my center
section and pay attention to the 4 foot printouts of carrots and
cabbages I was producing. While my whale of a digital printer hummed
along, my stare began to blurred and the images of a low calorie diet
turned into images of a room baring a bed of bricks and dinner
consisting of cardboard cakes, and I know putting more ketchup on it
isn't going to make it taste any better. Daydreaming of all orange
outfits and knowing I was soon to be the newest addition to Mankato's
human pound was painting a pretty good picture in my brain.
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Writing While Being Watched |
Later at home I drew out my soda
smuggling spaces for the next week or so; a girl can never over plan
when it comes to her daily needs. It consists of a diagram drawn of
work shelves and compartments to hide the tasty liquid treats, as
well as a bag or two of after holiday chex mix, and bags of fruitcake
without the cake part. I'm not eating paper with a side of salt for
too many days in a row. But you never know what comes out of certain
shitty cell situations. I might meet my new best friend, or pen pal.
They might have a rich uncle thats really into art and wants to give
a large amount money to an awesome local gallery thats run by an
awesome local person.
Drinking a lot of coffee tonight, not
to provide for a public pee session, but to get my fix since there be
no caffeinated coffee behind them bars, (which should be a crime in
and of itself). Plans for coffee cover drawings will surround my
small space to help with that missing feel. It's now countdown time,
but it's not time to count me out.
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Soda Smuggling Spaces (Diagram) |
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Really looking forward to reading this, Dana. Good luck!
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