Thursday, December 28, 2006

holiday, i get nothing done

word count: 12833

first paragraph of the day:

The Red Light looks like a demented Chucky Cheese bathed in red light. Formerly operational robot animals holding musical instruments lurk in the center, in the corners, in the bathrooms, behind the bar, all of them looking at you with red glowing eyes. Jake was playing pinball when I arrived but before I could say hi, people I barely knew were surrounding me, buying me drinks, asking me questions. I had a headache, but started drinking anyway.

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