This Stupid Pencil Has Nothing But Mindless Trivia to Drivel on About
March 22 Sat 12:30 PM
Doh! I forgot I hadn't finished this yesterday. I'm so ashamed. I hate this pencil. It's a Berol EAGLE USA HB 2 and the lead is much too soft. I'm boiling some water right now so I can steam open the envelope I sealed to send the registration for grandma's Chrysler to the DMV. I woke up this morning and my first thought was I realized I hadn't put the check in the envelope. I owe God for that one, I'd say. I ate some leftover chicken and mojos from Shakey's last night and a bowl of apple sauce and drank a soapy cup of coffee for breakfast. I'm about to partake of a glass of wine I poured and didn't finish before going to sleep last night. I've got to put one sentence to Jim. I need manila envelopes. I've got to get some new duds. Maybe when I get paid next month. The clock on the wall's batteries ran out one five minutes to five and thirty-seven seconds, though AM or PM, we shall never know, nor the date.
I'll have a short puff when I'm done here and do my typing. I've got to wash my cars before Monday. I'm going to Hermosa Beach for a while later this afternoon. A little KLON jazz laigherns the room.
I wonder if I'll get on that sorry treadmill today. Mebbe during the UCLA game.
John Bayless is doing one of Van Gogh's peasants in colored pencil on the couch by the living room window. I'll call Kathleen when I'm done. Charlie Parker's blowing in from the window. The bird chirps. What else? I should break this stupid pencil. It doesn't write well at all, and has nothing but mindless personal trivia to drivel on about. I read a couple more chapters of Ask the Dust this morning. People had recommended it to me as something perverse. I don't understand this reckoning. It's really quite touching and gentle.
I imagined a love letter to Sanyo. The best truest love letters are composed for people to whom we can never send them. Mebbe it's just me. That bird can blow! I've got one more load of laundry to throw in here, and then I should be good for a week or so. My clothes don't come out much cleaner, and they're all wrinkly.
Doh! I forgot I hadn't finished this yesterday. I'm so ashamed. I hate this pencil. It's a Berol EAGLE USA HB 2 and the lead is much too soft. I'm boiling some water right now so I can steam open the envelope I sealed to send the registration for grandma's Chrysler to the DMV. I woke up this morning and my first thought was I realized I hadn't put the check in the envelope. I owe God for that one, I'd say. I ate some leftover chicken and mojos from Shakey's last night and a bowl of apple sauce and drank a soapy cup of coffee for breakfast. I'm about to partake of a glass of wine I poured and didn't finish before going to sleep last night. I've got to put one sentence to Jim. I need manila envelopes. I've got to get some new duds. Maybe when I get paid next month. The clock on the wall's batteries ran out one five minutes to five and thirty-seven seconds, though AM or PM, we shall never know, nor the date.
I'll have a short puff when I'm done here and do my typing. I've got to wash my cars before Monday. I'm going to Hermosa Beach for a while later this afternoon. A little KLON jazz laigherns the room.
I wonder if I'll get on that sorry treadmill today. Mebbe during the UCLA game.
John Bayless is doing one of Van Gogh's peasants in colored pencil on the couch by the living room window. I'll call Kathleen when I'm done. Charlie Parker's blowing in from the window. The bird chirps. What else? I should break this stupid pencil. It doesn't write well at all, and has nothing but mindless personal trivia to drivel on about. I read a couple more chapters of Ask the Dust this morning. People had recommended it to me as something perverse. I don't understand this reckoning. It's really quite touching and gentle.
I imagined a love letter to Sanyo. The best truest love letters are composed for people to whom we can never send them. Mebbe it's just me. That bird can blow! I've got one more load of laundry to throw in here, and then I should be good for a week or so. My clothes don't come out much cleaner, and they're all wrinkly.
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