Andare, Partire, Tornare

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Got my sandwich. Not brie and turkey and mayo, but turkey and cheddar and roasted apple chutney (not really chutney, more like applesauce) and it was tres delicious. And all seventy-five of those stinking little premiums are tagged and packed away and are out of my hair.

This probably doesn't merit a diary entry of its own, but I get to go home soon and I'm getting antsy. Especially since I have no printer with which to do more real work. Let's play What's On Geni's Desk? Let's see, we have:
A pink manicure set
A photograph of myself and Bemo at Pennsic, Bemo in a white surcoat and sneakers, me in a red dress with a fox skin draped over a walking stick and a gold headdress
A photograph of Bogie the cat, looking adorable
A photograph of me, Chess, Kateh, and Little Hussy outside an Italian porno theater, showing some leg and with an old Italian guy leering at us (you can read his mind...he's saying, "Ah! Le ragazze americane! Whores, all of them! How I love them!"
A Beanie Baby squid, who is named Arturo
A small "Chipper" RCA dog
Two tupperware containers growing mold
An Edward Gorey calendar (Today's page reads, "She wandered among the trees Aimlessly," and boy, ain't that the truth
Calgon Morning Glory hand cream and body spray
Bath and Body Works Juniper Breeze Hand Cream
An empty water bottle
Assorted books
A Green Man paperweight
A computer, a gigantic scanner, an "In" box, a phone, two bulletin boards with postcards, photos, and art historical articles pinned to it
Flashcards to study for slide comps
And, of course, paperwork. Files, files, files, boxes of photographs to be scanned in, yadda yadda yadda.

Boy, am I ever interesting. Have I killed enough time yet?

3:09 p.m. - 2002-01-09

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