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[27 Feb 2007|01:20am] |
As I promised (was it a promise or a threat? or neither?), I'm updating about my daily doings. The profundity is in the small details.
A couple of days ago I found my polaroid camera crammed under the passenger seat of my car, where it had been for quite some time. The moment of elation was tinged by the fact that I only found it because I was looking for the 80 gig video iPod I bought two weeks ago, which is still completely lost. I have no idea where it is. I have scoured my room and my car and it is so far in neither of those places. It really bums me out because I spent 375 dollars of my own money buying it - the biggest purchase of my life so far. And it's all gone now. But I'll try not to dwell on that.
Anyhow, when I found my camera, I decided that I'm going to take at least one polaroid every day, in order to provide evidence of each day's existance. The problem with the past half year or so was that each day was identical to another, and I could never even recall what I had done just a few days prior. This haziness was inevitable; for one, because the constant smoking was making my short term memory and mental clarity decay, and two, because the monotony of work-school-get high didn't lend itself to telling the days apart.
Not that my life isn't monotonous now, but it doesn't feel as helplessly samey as before. So here is the proof that the last four days of my life were lived:
( Exhibits A, B, C, D, E, F, and G - This is longer than I thought it would be, but it should be entertaining and enlightening )
Love,
Palmer
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