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I feel it, you know?
That lingering expectation of collapse.

Holy crap, motherfuckers.

I can kind of hear my insanity writhing, getting ready to launch again. I can hear it ticking away, tapping a rattle against my mind while I fidget in conversations.

I got Jay to hold some books for Mom. I couldn't give him a definite answer as to why I thought him calling her would be more effective than me doing it. I had this rationale in my head that Mom would remember better if someone called her, and said, "I run a bookstore; I have books here for you." Well. Rather than me telling her to go, and her forgetting.

I think I kind of missed my Hammerbox album. Jay agrees with my pronouncement of it being "really 90s"; he figures he would have bought this, back in the day.

I'm prolly go back to his store tomorrow. Do a full circle in the area: post office, his store, groceries.

I seem to be the only store-pal not seeing Jay off-hours. I'm not sure if I really feel sad about that. I have this feeling he'd be stoned, or something. I make no effort sometimes, to conceal my oddball fright about his stoned-face.

The dude still makes goofy faces at me all the time. Usually when a customer leaves, due to being weirded out by me.

It's summer; there's no business, in this, his busy time. Will he go out of business?

That would make my life pretty boring, and his life pretty complicated.

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