3-24-98 Tu 10:04 AM
At school, at my desk. Back to the drudgery. Night school tonight. Went to part of an Oscar party last night with Thing and Shirelle. I didn't feel like I belonged. Shirelle couldn't hear the broadcast, and it was too crowded to eat and drink, so we went to her place in the middle of the whole thing. Ate some leftovers. I walked to Auto Club yesterday, but they only take cash or check. I had neither, so I will have to register my car today. Still have taxes to get done. Can't find the booklet Gramma sent me. H&R Block or Mr. Matthew? Got to try to buy that print still from Heather Hang. Someone dropped it off to be framed six months ago. The shop's liability runs out after one month, so they should just sell it to me. The bell to end recess just rang. We're going to an assembly. 11:20 PM I have nothing to add. I'm lying in bed, short of breath from lung cancer. I'm going to read Herzog until I fall asleep. I didn't get to my email like I wanted, and I didn't spend any time with Jim. I made an abstract water color. I think I'll call it "Abcess Tooth Extraction. No No Va Cain." I need to get a mirror for my room and new clothes and furniture. Tomorrow at lunch, the picture. My taxes. Talk to Ross Matthew. Next week enlarge a photo. Music at school tomorrow. Maybe I should bring my guitar. Roselle invited everyone to the Conga Room. I'm supposed to go to the Dodger/Angel game with the Guatemalan Insanity Pepper that same night. What else? I'd like to golf soon. My brother sent a registration form for his hundred-dollar golf benefit. I have some credit hassles to think about. The hair on my chest tickles my chins. I skipped supper tonight. On the way to Pio Pico, a toothless bum hassled me for eleven cents and called me Red. A billboard said "Fatherhood is Forever." It was drizzling. I had the duckhead-handled umbrella Fred had handed me.
I started to doze, because I didn't want to think how that umbrella probably belongs to someone else, and I always tell kids not to take things that belong to someone else. Oh, nevermind. Hey, look, it's the middle of the book. See the staples? I put up a post card of paintings of Adam and Eve on my wall. What else? I left my leather jacket at school, in my classroom, I hope. My flab runneth over. I want to paint. I have one hundred and six hours of illness pay left this year. I have a sore on the inside of my lip. I didn't make phone calls I wanted to make.
At school, at my desk. Back to the drudgery. Night school tonight. Went to part of an Oscar party last night with Thing and Shirelle. I didn't feel like I belonged. Shirelle couldn't hear the broadcast, and it was too crowded to eat and drink, so we went to her place in the middle of the whole thing. Ate some leftovers. I walked to Auto Club yesterday, but they only take cash or check. I had neither, so I will have to register my car today. Still have taxes to get done. Can't find the booklet Gramma sent me. H&R Block or Mr. Matthew? Got to try to buy that print still from Heather Hang. Someone dropped it off to be framed six months ago. The shop's liability runs out after one month, so they should just sell it to me. The bell to end recess just rang. We're going to an assembly. 11:20 PM I have nothing to add. I'm lying in bed, short of breath from lung cancer. I'm going to read Herzog until I fall asleep. I didn't get to my email like I wanted, and I didn't spend any time with Jim. I made an abstract water color. I think I'll call it "Abcess Tooth Extraction. No No Va Cain." I need to get a mirror for my room and new clothes and furniture. Tomorrow at lunch, the picture. My taxes. Talk to Ross Matthew. Next week enlarge a photo. Music at school tomorrow. Maybe I should bring my guitar. Roselle invited everyone to the Conga Room. I'm supposed to go to the Dodger/Angel game with the Guatemalan Insanity Pepper that same night. What else? I'd like to golf soon. My brother sent a registration form for his hundred-dollar golf benefit. I have some credit hassles to think about. The hair on my chest tickles my chins. I skipped supper tonight. On the way to Pio Pico, a toothless bum hassled me for eleven cents and called me Red. A billboard said "Fatherhood is Forever." It was drizzling. I had the duckhead-handled umbrella Fred had handed me.
I started to doze, because I didn't want to think how that umbrella probably belongs to someone else, and I always tell kids not to take things that belong to someone else. Oh, nevermind. Hey, look, it's the middle of the book. See the staples? I put up a post card of paintings of Adam and Eve on my wall. What else? I left my leather jacket at school, in my classroom, I hope. My flab runneth over. I want to paint. I have one hundred and six hours of illness pay left this year. I have a sore on the inside of my lip. I didn't make phone calls I wanted to make.
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