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Crabby this morning from repeated awakenings - and then poor Jack, for the one time ever, is in the shower at the time of my morning routine. I stomp around the house and display a lack of morning sympathy. My cheerios are shoveled down hastily in my impatience with chirpy weather people on TV. I beg Jack not to drive to work on no sleep. I get on the road, only to find I've been trapped behind the corpse truck on the 2-lane stretch of 198. The corpse truck - every morning I see it at the 7-11, with huge coffins and the big winch for lowering them into the ground. Today it is on the road before me, and I think to blame Jack for my situation - until I realize that there is a speed trap there on 198, the state cop hiding in a playground. Ah, perhaps Jack has saved me from something worse after all. I have a ridiculous urge to wave to the cop in a friendly manner, but do not indulge it. The rest of the drive is spent fiddling with my wrist brace and watching the trails of steam that issue forth from the depths of my lungs as I sing along with Eddie Money.

Take me home tonight / I'm not gonna let you go til you see the light / Take me home tonight / listen honey just like Ronnie sang
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhh!

I reflect once again on how this is a creepy stalker song. Crownsville road is losing most of its lustre, only the last few school-bus-yellow leaves cling in desperation. I coast into work and find a good parking space. My knees are cold under my skirt and my new cowboy boots grab their first gravel. I greet the tall, gruff Harley-Davidson-branded receptionist. Hump day begins.



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Nov. 10th, 2004 02:25 pm (UTC)
The part I grab onto:

What boots did you get?
Nov. 10th, 2004 02:40 pm (UTC)
Ariat Fatbaby. I got both those and the Roper Chunks and the chunks just kept slipping off my ankles. I. Love. These. Boots.
Nov. 10th, 2004 10:44 pm (UTC)
Re: :)
But the Ropers come in FLORAL!!
Nov. 10th, 2004 10:55 pm (UTC)
Re: :)
Which is awesome... I am so into brown right now. But they fly right off my feet even when they fit across the toe. :P Me and my stupid duck feet.
Nov. 10th, 2004 03:41 pm (UTC)

Eddie Money!

I've so got that song stuck in my head now.
Nov. 10th, 2004 03:58 pm (UTC)
I reflect once again on how this is a creepy stalker song.

Yeah, that second line always makes me think of the Boston Strangler...
Nov. 10th, 2004 04:03 pm (UTC)
ok, I will be that guy...

Who is Eddie Money?
Nov. 10th, 2004 04:21 pm (UTC)
80s pop singer :)
Nov. 10th, 2004 05:11 pm (UTC)
Glad to be of service!
Nov. 10th, 2004 05:40 pm (UTC)
thanks baby :)
Nov. 10th, 2004 06:25 pm (UTC)
Strangely enough, I often see a Batesville Casket Company truck on my moring commute. But I figure that truck's hauling empties. Were I regularly seeing a truck hauling loaded caskets, I might amuse myself with weird, action movie-esque daydreams about dodging corpses while engaged in a high-speed chase. (Yes, I did see Bad Boys 2.) Alternatively, it gives me a creepy idea I might be able to work into my next Zombie-Fest-a-Rama.
Nov. 10th, 2004 10:51 pm (UTC)
I'm betting these are empty too. I am not even sure if they're really coffins - they look like coffins could fit inside them. It's weird.
Nov. 10th, 2004 07:36 pm (UTC)
Allow me to praise you for the concise yet poignant writing in the final paragraph of this post. I felt the bite of autumn, that sense of the inevitable.
Nov. 10th, 2004 10:51 pm (UTC)
You are allowed. It's nice that I can write something every once in a while that's not completely artless. :) (Thank you, I take that as a heyuge compliment.)
Nov. 10th, 2004 10:34 pm (UTC)
I used to be behind the corpse truck every morning on my way to work.

Now, I kinda miss it.
Nov. 10th, 2004 10:53 pm (UTC)
Little things that make a routine always make me happy and comfortable. I really miss the blind man and his mopey dog I used to see every day on the metro when I took the metro. I even kind of miss the fucking Washington Post Express guy. No, I take that back, fuck the WP Express.
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