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January 5, 2012

I have finished breakfast.†

I have not gone on

because stuff inside me

has reached the

soup on the bare burner point.

I have to take the pot

off the stove,

the lid off the pot,

or turn the heat off,

or stir the damn mess,

or get in my car and drive into the next town for lunch.

I paw around for my Ativan,

but I canít find it.†

It is on that dangly silver bottle on my car keys.†

But I have lost it.

This means that later

I will not be able to find my car keys.