Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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looming before us is the prospect of a cosmic boredom, a yawn big enough to swallow the universe

It is 6:52 AM Thursday morning in the flow of existence. It is a cold gray morning here. I need to put wool socks on my cold feet. I got up around 5:55 AM this morning. I went to bed early last night.

I have a dentist appointment this morning at 8:20 AM. After my dentist appointment Carol and I will drive over to Grand Rapids.

When I got up this morning I got coffee ready to be made when Carol gets up. When I have dentist appointment in the mornings I do not eat food or drink coffee. I want my mouth to be clear of decay when I have my teeth cleaned. After getting coffee ready to be made I messed with our main computer and then I wrote my last words in my paper diary.

Last night I basically read my books and went to bed early. Now it is another day. Well I will close to feel cold and tired. There is no way of escape.

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