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2002-05-09 - 12:13 p.m. today charon told me he would show me where frankenbubbsy hid the wheels to my scooter if i'd use them to take him to walgreen's to buy some sunscreen. apparantly the flourescent lights in here are too bright and are making his skin burn. i explained to him that although i would love to have my scooter wheels back again, i couldn't take him to walgreen's because i'm not allowed off the clinic's grounds. charon just hissed at me, and after picking up the fangs that had fallen out of his mouth, quickly drew his cloak around him and scurried off under the bed.i then went back to my business of standing on my wheel-less scooter and raking it along the floor with one foot. anyhoo, frankenbubbsy started talking again today. well, it wasn't so much talking as it was a mishmash of random gurgles, moans, and expletives with a few lines from showtunes thrown in, but it was quite fascinating nonetheless. plus, as it turns out, frankenbubbsy's a superb irish tenor. here is a sampling: "naarrrg!...(pause)...blarm...skish! glarruggawalla-walla-woo-woo-woooodn't it be loverleeeEEEYAAAAHH! OH GOD!...(doubles over, looks constipated)...mnyaaaah...ohmm...BLARMINAAUUGHH!! oooh..aaahhh...FOR THE LOVE OF MUSTARD, NOOOOO-K-L-A-H-O-M-A-OH, THE PAIN! THE WRETCHED, WRETCHED PAIN!...(silence)...(more silence)...(twitches)...koosh!" well, that's it for now. i'm in the mood for pudding.
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