Th 10-1-98 8:20 PM
Class just ended. I'm waiting for commercial actress and moonlighting ESL adult ed sub, Adrienne, to finish with her class so I can catch a ride home with her. I saw her in a Honda ad on the History Channel the other night. I had the tv on with no volume in the back of the class so I could keep tabs on the ballgame. The Cubs lost a fucking heartbreaker to the fucking Braves. Shirelle's supposed to be coming over with a couple steaks tonight. I'll watch my "Jeopardy!" tape and study a couple hours. I typed for fifteen minutes and played NTN for about an hour. At school I spent the day grading papers and teaching, so I didn't get to study at all or read the paper. I finished a chapter of The Sportswriter while I walked Pico here. I read about Madrid, where Phillip II founded the royal palace in the 1500's. Tomorrow a bunch of my colleagues are going to Acapulco on Sunset for happy hour. Every day for a week someone has reminded me of it.
F 10-2-98 12:57 PM
What? Let's see. I ate a few baked corn chips for lunch. I'm not hungry, miracle. Like what the Cubs need. I don't know about going out after work today. I should stay home, watch ballgames, study, write. I don't have a ride anyway. While I was walking to work yesterday with my nose buried in my a book, I passed a down-and-outer who said to me, "Hey Reverend, can you spare some change for a cup of coffee?"
It's silent reading, but nobody's reading. My threats fall on deaf third-grade ears. What else? I got coffee jitters. I can barely write. We'll go play some basketball in a few minutes. We still have the social studies to correct, though. God, I hope I win on Jeopardy. Here's the jinx: I think I should. I think I deserve it. AAUGK! HELP! ok ok chill. Just chill. It will all be over in a few more days. Daryl Strawberry has a malignant tumor in his colon. [black ink drawing of Shirelle] Shirelle had a dream that her mom died. She was freaking in her sleep. I woke her, and she cried for about an hour. It took me a couple of hours to get back to sleep. I should have called her at lunch. 1:17 pm Had a nice sweaty little game of basketball. It's just about time to call it a week. If I go to happy hour, Shirelle will be pissed. What else? I'm hungry now. The Sox and Injuns are on right now. I have an apple I can eat. Hyna and Coleco have stayed behind because they want to write on the chalkboard. [black ink drawing of Wily Coyote] What else? Should I go for a margarita? Probably not. I'll see what happens at sign out. I tried to bum a ride off Boston Laura Mulroney, but just like a Bostonian, she was cold about it. What else? My new United States Senate backpack is falling apart already. I lug too many books around. I took a crap at congress. Ha ha
Class just ended. I'm waiting for commercial actress and moonlighting ESL adult ed sub, Adrienne, to finish with her class so I can catch a ride home with her. I saw her in a Honda ad on the History Channel the other night. I had the tv on with no volume in the back of the class so I could keep tabs on the ballgame. The Cubs lost a fucking heartbreaker to the fucking Braves. Shirelle's supposed to be coming over with a couple steaks tonight. I'll watch my "Jeopardy!" tape and study a couple hours. I typed for fifteen minutes and played NTN for about an hour. At school I spent the day grading papers and teaching, so I didn't get to study at all or read the paper. I finished a chapter of The Sportswriter while I walked Pico here. I read about Madrid, where Phillip II founded the royal palace in the 1500's. Tomorrow a bunch of my colleagues are going to Acapulco on Sunset for happy hour. Every day for a week someone has reminded me of it.
F 10-2-98 12:57 PM
What? Let's see. I ate a few baked corn chips for lunch. I'm not hungry, miracle. Like what the Cubs need. I don't know about going out after work today. I should stay home, watch ballgames, study, write. I don't have a ride anyway. While I was walking to work yesterday with my nose buried in my a book, I passed a down-and-outer who said to me, "Hey Reverend, can you spare some change for a cup of coffee?"
It's silent reading, but nobody's reading. My threats fall on deaf third-grade ears. What else? I got coffee jitters. I can barely write. We'll go play some basketball in a few minutes. We still have the social studies to correct, though. God, I hope I win on Jeopardy. Here's the jinx: I think I should. I think I deserve it. AAUGK! HELP! ok ok chill. Just chill. It will all be over in a few more days. Daryl Strawberry has a malignant tumor in his colon. [black ink drawing of Shirelle] Shirelle had a dream that her mom died. She was freaking in her sleep. I woke her, and she cried for about an hour. It took me a couple of hours to get back to sleep. I should have called her at lunch. 1:17 pm Had a nice sweaty little game of basketball. It's just about time to call it a week. If I go to happy hour, Shirelle will be pissed. What else? I'm hungry now. The Sox and Injuns are on right now. I have an apple I can eat. Hyna and Coleco have stayed behind because they want to write on the chalkboard. [black ink drawing of Wily Coyote] What else? Should I go for a margarita? Probably not. I'll see what happens at sign out. I tried to bum a ride off Boston Laura Mulroney, but just like a Bostonian, she was cold about it. What else? My new United States Senate backpack is falling apart already. I lug too many books around. I took a crap at congress. Ha ha
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