8-2-98 Su 11:30 PM
The HBO movie "Poodle Springs" just ended. Good old Phillip Marlowe. Caan does a better job than Mitchum, but not Bogie. Shirelle's asleep in my bed. I moved the tv to the opposite side of the room. The window doesn't reflect off the screen now, and when I sit on the chair or lie on the couch now there's a light behind me to read by. And I can reach the stereo from the couch. But Thing says it's bad feng shui, and I must admit it LOOKS wrong. And now we have one of life's fundamental dilemmas: Looks or practicality? Looks are only important on the surface, in the most shallow way. Why overturn concrete advantages for aesthetic concerns? It's like with Shirelle and the deal-breaking importance of wood floors. It doesn't matter to her that this place has excellent proximity to my two jobs, nor that my friend's dad gives us a break on rent, all she cares about is wood floors. "I Love You Alice B. Toklas" is on tv. I think that's what this is, judging by the song in the background, and the girl in late 60s early 70s costume making hash brownies. I just saw Peter Sellers drive away in a Furthur-type van. So what else? I'm sure I won't work on Jim tonight. I have to all day tomorrow. I hope Sheryl turned in my attendance for me. What else? I haven't smoked today. I had a few mimosas with my stepfather. I wrote a letter to my stepmother and my dad. Still have to write to Kay and Julia and Shaun. I haven't read any Maughm today. What if I lose my night school job? Someone's still jamming a voodoo pin in my shoulder. Tomorrow, I'm going to make some breakfast for Shirelle, and then we're going to movies. I think I'll take her to the batting cages with me one day soon. Maybe we can miniature golf. I have to ready myself for Pennsylvania soon. Chuck said the lake is stocked with bass. I immediately felt a surge of pride for the superiority of California trout. What else? I hope I can crank out some Jim. I've got to plot the next five pages. What do they talk about at breakfast? How does she look when she opens the door? What else? Can I hit Philly, Shea, and Fenway? How 'bout Three Rivers? I should go buy that Pittsburgh book. Well, I guess I'll read some Maughm now.
The HBO movie "Poodle Springs" just ended. Good old Phillip Marlowe. Caan does a better job than Mitchum, but not Bogie. Shirelle's asleep in my bed. I moved the tv to the opposite side of the room. The window doesn't reflect off the screen now, and when I sit on the chair or lie on the couch now there's a light behind me to read by. And I can reach the stereo from the couch. But Thing says it's bad feng shui, and I must admit it LOOKS wrong. And now we have one of life's fundamental dilemmas: Looks or practicality? Looks are only important on the surface, in the most shallow way. Why overturn concrete advantages for aesthetic concerns? It's like with Shirelle and the deal-breaking importance of wood floors. It doesn't matter to her that this place has excellent proximity to my two jobs, nor that my friend's dad gives us a break on rent, all she cares about is wood floors. "I Love You Alice B. Toklas" is on tv. I think that's what this is, judging by the song in the background, and the girl in late 60s early 70s costume making hash brownies. I just saw Peter Sellers drive away in a Furthur-type van. So what else? I'm sure I won't work on Jim tonight. I have to all day tomorrow. I hope Sheryl turned in my attendance for me. What else? I haven't smoked today. I had a few mimosas with my stepfather. I wrote a letter to my stepmother and my dad. Still have to write to Kay and Julia and Shaun. I haven't read any Maughm today. What if I lose my night school job? Someone's still jamming a voodoo pin in my shoulder. Tomorrow, I'm going to make some breakfast for Shirelle, and then we're going to movies. I think I'll take her to the batting cages with me one day soon. Maybe we can miniature golf. I have to ready myself for Pennsylvania soon. Chuck said the lake is stocked with bass. I immediately felt a surge of pride for the superiority of California trout. What else? I hope I can crank out some Jim. I've got to plot the next five pages. What do they talk about at breakfast? How does she look when she opens the door? What else? Can I hit Philly, Shea, and Fenway? How 'bout Three Rivers? I should go buy that Pittsburgh book. Well, I guess I'll read some Maughm now.