Jan 28 Tues
I didn't have to stay at any meetings after school today. I talked to a woman at Tech Ed. We set up some training classes for February 28 and March 1. I'll have to type up a flyer and sign-up sheet. I should do some push-ups. I feel extra conscious of the flab on my torso. I think I can pinpoint the location of yesterday's pizza and alfredo sauce. I was thinking of going to the Underground Tea Room on La Brea, but it seems too risky now. You might get murdered out in this town. I'll drink some water when I'm done. The Counting Crows are on the radio. Jeopardy will be on in forty minutes. I played a little basketball today; do I have to tread still. What shall be the sentence that goes next in Jim? How about "Let's go to the ATM."? What if it's in a Seven Eleven? It could be hours before they get with the girls. Jim doesn't steal anything. There were no LA Times at my little liquor store this morning. The place seemed to be sweating on the inside. Seven Elevens are sometimes very surreal places, the paranoid buzz in them...What else? My hands shake like a Richter scale needle, my pen does. I aye yai yie yoi yoy. I had a corndog and salad and diced peaches and corn for lunch. I sat with Rachel and then Elvia came and sat down. George still won't come into the class. He goes with Mrs. Spalla every day. Now Mick is singing "Wild Horses". What else? God I've still got to get to the bottom of the next page. I'll be happy to do some reading next. Pam gave us white chocolate molded like big aspirin at the end of the last Instructional Team meeting. Maybe I'll dip mine in peanut butter and skip the treadmill. What else? This emptiness is dreadful. This is killing me. I'll just right bla bla bla to the bottom of this page so I can just release myself from this Hellish chore. The beginning turns out to be the middle sometimes. bla bla bla bla. Something will come to me. The kitchen light is on again; no one is in there, though. Sting sings about a teacher tempted by a student. Compares him to Humbert Humbert. There's a thing here on mutual funds that Getoff left. AAUgh! KSCA is having a going away party at the Troubador on Wednesday. The washer and dryer are doing their things there in the kitchen alongside the fridge. I need to use up my film. I should have sat at the window. I need to shill from time to time. You see the planes coming instead of the birds from the east, one after the other.
I didn't have to stay at any meetings after school today. I talked to a woman at Tech Ed. We set up some training classes for February 28 and March 1. I'll have to type up a flyer and sign-up sheet. I should do some push-ups. I feel extra conscious of the flab on my torso. I think I can pinpoint the location of yesterday's pizza and alfredo sauce. I was thinking of going to the Underground Tea Room on La Brea, but it seems too risky now. You might get murdered out in this town. I'll drink some water when I'm done. The Counting Crows are on the radio. Jeopardy will be on in forty minutes. I played a little basketball today; do I have to tread still. What shall be the sentence that goes next in Jim? How about "Let's go to the ATM."? What if it's in a Seven Eleven? It could be hours before they get with the girls. Jim doesn't steal anything. There were no LA Times at my little liquor store this morning. The place seemed to be sweating on the inside. Seven Elevens are sometimes very surreal places, the paranoid buzz in them...What else? My hands shake like a Richter scale needle, my pen does. I aye yai yie yoi yoy. I had a corndog and salad and diced peaches and corn for lunch. I sat with Rachel and then Elvia came and sat down. George still won't come into the class. He goes with Mrs. Spalla every day. Now Mick is singing "Wild Horses". What else? God I've still got to get to the bottom of the next page. I'll be happy to do some reading next. Pam gave us white chocolate molded like big aspirin at the end of the last Instructional Team meeting. Maybe I'll dip mine in peanut butter and skip the treadmill. What else? This emptiness is dreadful. This is killing me. I'll just right bla bla bla to the bottom of this page so I can just release myself from this Hellish chore. The beginning turns out to be the middle sometimes. bla bla bla bla. Something will come to me. The kitchen light is on again; no one is in there, though. Sting sings about a teacher tempted by a student. Compares him to Humbert Humbert. There's a thing here on mutual funds that Getoff left. AAUgh! KSCA is having a going away party at the Troubador on Wednesday. The washer and dryer are doing their things there in the kitchen alongside the fridge. I need to use up my film. I should have sat at the window. I need to shill from time to time. You see the planes coming instead of the birds from the east, one after the other.