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Two Weeks for the First Three Months

It would have been the last day if not for the fact that it wasn't. Ten hours straight broken into two halves saw the eventual replacement of a mattress and a softened punch of foam bedding. Bedding not even to the standard lows of a futon. In times of obsessive compulsiveness the ordeal was most excruciating. Slammed around the house all the minutes before and then into the sacred sniffle of the supposed eight hour refuge. Tension. Frustration. Constant hand washing and double checking to make sure it was still "all clean."

Intermission for the impairment of memory loss sure to result from straining too hard against the will of gravity was provided by the saddening removal of five straight untouched years of dust and heavy cobwebs. Certain clumps were as thick as the linen itself.

The second half of the first half dealt with issues of constant and heavy sweating while bracing upright against a wall and not more than one foot of the ground. Misaligned and mishapened holes were no match against the struggling might of an Allen key and a klinky spanner in the works. Mustn't forget the warranty card.

Soon Van - Saturday, May 31, 2003 - 08:35

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