1-31-99 2:58 PM Su
9:35 PM Listening to Rimsky-Korsakov. "Sherazade." It's big. It's beautiful. It lends my life an air of high drama as opposed to the kind of bullshit drama it really is. I woke up at four in the morning and came to my desk and realized what a really bad writer I am. Oh, well--what else am I going to do? Watch more tv? Watch that "Change of Heart" show? Elmer picked me up about three today. We drove past the Key Club on Sunset, but there was a line to get in, so we kept driving. We went to Dina's on Orlando and Blackthorn. They had Tecate and BBQ ribs and chicken. The Super Bowl was a real yawner. We played some nickel poker. I won it all, a whole three dollars and sixty cents. We came home. I watched "The Simpsons" and cleared a three-month pile of junk mail off my desk. Shirelle came over. She's not happy. She went to bed. Geoffrey is getting ornery. There's not much else to say. I was reading a journal from August of 'ninety-six. Worthless gibberish.
9:35 PM Listening to Rimsky-Korsakov. "Sherazade." It's big. It's beautiful. It lends my life an air of high drama as opposed to the kind of bullshit drama it really is. I woke up at four in the morning and came to my desk and realized what a really bad writer I am. Oh, well--what else am I going to do? Watch more tv? Watch that "Change of Heart" show? Elmer picked me up about three today. We drove past the Key Club on Sunset, but there was a line to get in, so we kept driving. We went to Dina's on Orlando and Blackthorn. They had Tecate and BBQ ribs and chicken. The Super Bowl was a real yawner. We played some nickel poker. I won it all, a whole three dollars and sixty cents. We came home. I watched "The Simpsons" and cleared a three-month pile of junk mail off my desk. Shirelle came over. She's not happy. She went to bed. Geoffrey is getting ornery. There's not much else to say. I was reading a journal from August of 'ninety-six. Worthless gibberish.
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