1-5-97 Sunday
I just finished reading The Monkey Wrench Gang--Good, old-fashioned, subversive adventure. Keen insights on man's destruction of the environment. Straight forward storytelling. "If you don't drink, don't drive, for freedom, not safety, is the highest good." Carlin, Getoff, and I went up to the Dublin Whiskey Bar and watched two football games. New England beat the Steelers, Carolina beat Dallas. I predicted all the outcomes this weekend. Green Bay will win next week. Jax vs. New England is harder to call. Tomorrow school starts up again. I should be alseep right now. I napped form like six to nine, though, when I got home, after Shrill, and I boned. Now I'm not sleepy. I should do the 15 minutes, and I have Bible to read, and what about e-mail? I wrote a weird poem last night about swallowing a shard of Corningware. It sounds a little homo. Thing was supposed to meet us at the bar, but he never came. Gavin and I worked the crossword during commercials. We had a great spot on a deep black leather couch, more like a bed, the tv was right in my line of vision, my neck positioned comfortably. I thought some things in bed last night, but I've forgotten them now. We stopped at Pink's on the way home. Ugh. I did thirty minutes on the treadmill tonight for the first time in weeks, maybe months, while I finished my book. We played darts and pool. My pool game was decent, but my dart game sucked. Our waitress was a beautiful young blond girl with sparkling blue eyes. She wore a snug-fitting v-neck t-shirt cutoff midriff. I said to Gavin, "I'd spend half an hour on her belly button." A delcious inny it was. Dallas receiver Michael Irvin appeared to suffer a psychological meltdown on the first play of the game. Sins catching up. Deion Sanders got knocked out of the game and wheeled off the field. It was all nearly as beautiful as the waitress' belly button. Justice, however, has still not overtaken Erik Williams. I'm starting to feel tired. What will we do tomorrow? Time to re-dedicate. Time to enact Effective Positive Challenge
I just finished reading The Monkey Wrench Gang--Good, old-fashioned, subversive adventure. Keen insights on man's destruction of the environment. Straight forward storytelling. "If you don't drink, don't drive, for freedom, not safety, is the highest good." Carlin, Getoff, and I went up to the Dublin Whiskey Bar and watched two football games. New England beat the Steelers, Carolina beat Dallas. I predicted all the outcomes this weekend. Green Bay will win next week. Jax vs. New England is harder to call. Tomorrow school starts up again. I should be alseep right now. I napped form like six to nine, though, when I got home, after Shrill, and I boned. Now I'm not sleepy. I should do the 15 minutes, and I have Bible to read, and what about e-mail? I wrote a weird poem last night about swallowing a shard of Corningware. It sounds a little homo. Thing was supposed to meet us at the bar, but he never came. Gavin and I worked the crossword during commercials. We had a great spot on a deep black leather couch, more like a bed, the tv was right in my line of vision, my neck positioned comfortably. I thought some things in bed last night, but I've forgotten them now. We stopped at Pink's on the way home. Ugh. I did thirty minutes on the treadmill tonight for the first time in weeks, maybe months, while I finished my book. We played darts and pool. My pool game was decent, but my dart game sucked. Our waitress was a beautiful young blond girl with sparkling blue eyes. She wore a snug-fitting v-neck t-shirt cutoff midriff. I said to Gavin, "I'd spend half an hour on her belly button." A delcious inny it was. Dallas receiver Michael Irvin appeared to suffer a psychological meltdown on the first play of the game. Sins catching up. Deion Sanders got knocked out of the game and wheeled off the field. It was all nearly as beautiful as the waitress' belly button. Justice, however, has still not overtaken Erik Williams. I'm starting to feel tired. What will we do tomorrow? Time to re-dedicate. Time to enact Effective Positive Challenge