Wasted Day, Nothin to Say

Saturday, December 7 Day of Infamy.  The end. Amory Blaine became a socialist in the end. In the end, though, he's only in his twenties. I think he probably went on to become a well-known writer/alcoholic. The girl from the bar called, and while I was on the phone with her, Shirelle came to me and wanted me to kill a spider. My bottle of wine is gone. A little brandy still resides here, though. It's almost seven in the evening. I have to be up in eleven hours for community service. That set off a few branches of lightning. Here was a new generation, shouting the old cries, learning the old creeds, through a revery of long days and nights; destined finally to go out into that dirty gray turmoil to follow love and pride; a new generation dedicated more than the last to fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken
?...heritage of passed personalities
The last page seems a little cornball, but its a fine exploration of conscientious and self-conscious youth. He was twenty-three when he was "catapulted to fame" by it. I told the girls they should have read The Great Gatsby in high school. I fell asleep during the Army/Navy game and into the Nebraska/Texas game. I was awake when BYU beat Wyoming in one of those WAC games where whoever has the ball last wins. I ate two dinner rolls with butter and peanut butter and no more than a dozen Triscuits with cheese. I'm not sure what to do tonight. I read Rogeve's fantasy. I had a hard time reading it. It's about a magician and two spirits who control his body using universal forces that include an army of lizard people to catch a couple of elven lycanthropes whose swords talk to them. Guy ought to be writing scripts for Spielberg.
I got nothing today. Nothin to say, wasted day. Shirelle went to Westwood to see her friend April. Shirelle gave me $150 of what she owes me and Miguel $50. I'm rolling in dough, but I'm home tonight so I can do my community service tomorrow. I'm supposed to golf with Kayo Monday. The Kings defeated Stanley Cup Champs Colorado tonight. I'm almost out of my inhaler. I need to research Tourette's. I need to get a new car. I need to get a tune-up for my truck. I need to go to bed. I have to switch around channels to look for things to write about. I shouldn't have napped today. I looked through high school year books. It was mostly hurtful. I'm not sure why. My beard itches. I've got to take those photographs. I need to go to the market. Alfred Hitchcock's "Lifeboat" is on. I guess it makes me sad that I have no friends from high school.