Like That Would Really Spruce Up a Veggie Burger
3-16 Su 4:20 PM
Let's get this one. No excuses. Then I should treadmill even though the counter doesn't work anymore. Then I'll type a page in the one page file and copy a page from the '92 journal and finish Neruda. Maybe I can watch The Simpsons tonight. Maybe while I tread. I just ate an orange. When these maudlin Jesus tunes Bayless likes go off, I'll put on side two of that Pavorotti tape. I've got a couple phone calles to make. I need to move from this thievin' neighborhood. Where? Studio City? Wyoming? Prague? Costa Rica? What will I eat tonight? A Garden Burger on toast? We haven't got much in the way of condiments. There may be some lettuce in the fridge. Like that would really spruce up a veggie burger. I should call Jen. What else? It's gray out there. What about typing those college Alaska stories? Sounds like Bayless is heading up to Kinko's. Getoff is recording Laura Cohen today. I read about the specifics of Solomon's Palace for the Ark today. The NY Times crossword beat my ass today. What else? Girl is gone. Forget about it. Modern love walks on by. Gets me to the church on time. Beats my ass. Embarrassed myself in front of Josh Wesley dangling that bag in front of his face on the evening of Vera's memorial. Mind wanders back to Kristen, looks like relative safety, practically anyhow, the heart, however, can always burn. Maybe I'll watch some porno since Bayless is in the shower. It's the first time the room has been free in weeks. Now I'm writing in front of the TV, some old guy in a new suit trying to say Chinese have bought the President. Pst. It's Orrin Hatch. What is Newskete? Something on PBS about monk dog trainers. The massacre of the sea. Geneaology over the net. Running up the juice bill leaving the computer on while I don't use it. Gorton's fish fillets? There are some in the fridge--er--freezer. The local news. Is this The Last Emperor? Some rich Chinese. It looks pretty cornball. She doesn't need the umbrella. I think it is the 1989 Best Picture winner. It's looking pretty dated. I found some bleu cheese to put on my veggie burger. I could eat more. Now what? Hasta luego.
Let's get this one. No excuses. Then I should treadmill even though the counter doesn't work anymore. Then I'll type a page in the one page file and copy a page from the '92 journal and finish Neruda. Maybe I can watch The Simpsons tonight. Maybe while I tread. I just ate an orange. When these maudlin Jesus tunes Bayless likes go off, I'll put on side two of that Pavorotti tape. I've got a couple phone calles to make. I need to move from this thievin' neighborhood. Where? Studio City? Wyoming? Prague? Costa Rica? What will I eat tonight? A Garden Burger on toast? We haven't got much in the way of condiments. There may be some lettuce in the fridge. Like that would really spruce up a veggie burger. I should call Jen. What else? It's gray out there. What about typing those college Alaska stories? Sounds like Bayless is heading up to Kinko's. Getoff is recording Laura Cohen today. I read about the specifics of Solomon's Palace for the Ark today. The NY Times crossword beat my ass today. What else? Girl is gone. Forget about it. Modern love walks on by. Gets me to the church on time. Beats my ass. Embarrassed myself in front of Josh Wesley dangling that bag in front of his face on the evening of Vera's memorial. Mind wanders back to Kristen, looks like relative safety, practically anyhow, the heart, however, can always burn. Maybe I'll watch some porno since Bayless is in the shower. It's the first time the room has been free in weeks. Now I'm writing in front of the TV, some old guy in a new suit trying to say Chinese have bought the President. Pst. It's Orrin Hatch. What is Newskete? Something on PBS about monk dog trainers. The massacre of the sea. Geneaology over the net. Running up the juice bill leaving the computer on while I don't use it. Gorton's fish fillets? There are some in the fridge--er--freezer. The local news. Is this The Last Emperor? Some rich Chinese. It looks pretty cornball. She doesn't need the umbrella. I think it is the 1989 Best Picture winner. It's looking pretty dated. I found some bleu cheese to put on my veggie burger. I could eat more. Now what? Hasta luego.
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