Either Way
W 12:55 PM 3-3-99
Ugh. Ack. Ick. Fuck. Lauren asked when I was going to come to her restaurant. Aigh. "I'm looking for my missing piece. I'm looking for my missing piece." The buses let us off at Pan-Pacific Park yesterday, and the kids ate their lunches. School was almost over by the time we got back. I cut the kids loose on the playground and waited go home. Anna actually spoke to me a couple times. Nothing major. I made pork chops at home. Fernandez showed up with his financial advice. That chewed up the whole afternoon. I did the dishes, though. Then I rode over to LACAS and then to Pio Pico.
F 12:38 P 3-5-99
I wanted to finish writing here when I got home Wednesday night, but I had left this journal here on my school desk. So yesterday I rode my bike up to Larchmont to pick up my prescription and write at one of the cafes there only to discover that I had again left my journal on my desk at school. So I worked the crossword. It only gave me fits. I went to Chevalier's and bought Islands in the Stream and Tropic of Cancer and Where the Sidewalk Ends and a couple volumes of Dr. Seuss stories. I had already read both Tropics, but I had borrowed them from Thing, and wanted copies of my own. ~~~~Carlos is going to use my credit card to order us Dodger tickets. Nobody wants to go to happy hour today. Whatever. Nevermind. I'm an idiot Why am I going to assume the risk on these tix? Whatever. Nevermind. What else? I ate a donut and a turkey cheese croissant this morning. There are classes here at Wilshire Hill all day tomorrow that I may try to go to to earn some salary points. I was supposed to golf, but now I hear it's going to rain. I'll probably wake with a paralyzing hangover tomorrow anyway and not do anything. Lauren asked when was I going to come by the restaurant. She said I wasn't talking at Q's. Whatever. I'm hungry. Ninety-three minutes 'til I can get out of here. It's payday. I don't think I got my paperwork in on time. I wonder how that works. I haven't done any typing yet today I read the paper. Haven't read any Vivid Dreams yet. Love's not enough. Ugh. Whatever. What the hell else? Maybe should get a lesson going for next week [pencil sketch of Wily Coyote, looking sly]. Maybe I should tie a plastic bag over my head. I better brace myself for a heavy weekend of Shirelle. Either way, there's pain in my future.
Ugh. Ack. Ick. Fuck. Lauren asked when I was going to come to her restaurant. Aigh. "I'm looking for my missing piece. I'm looking for my missing piece." The buses let us off at Pan-Pacific Park yesterday, and the kids ate their lunches. School was almost over by the time we got back. I cut the kids loose on the playground and waited go home. Anna actually spoke to me a couple times. Nothing major. I made pork chops at home. Fernandez showed up with his financial advice. That chewed up the whole afternoon. I did the dishes, though. Then I rode over to LACAS and then to Pio Pico.
F 12:38 P 3-5-99
I wanted to finish writing here when I got home Wednesday night, but I had left this journal here on my school desk. So yesterday I rode my bike up to Larchmont to pick up my prescription and write at one of the cafes there only to discover that I had again left my journal on my desk at school. So I worked the crossword. It only gave me fits. I went to Chevalier's and bought Islands in the Stream and Tropic of Cancer and Where the Sidewalk Ends and a couple volumes of Dr. Seuss stories. I had already read both Tropics, but I had borrowed them from Thing, and wanted copies of my own. ~~~~Carlos is going to use my credit card to order us Dodger tickets. Nobody wants to go to happy hour today. Whatever. Nevermind. I'm an idiot Why am I going to assume the risk on these tix? Whatever. Nevermind. What else? I ate a donut and a turkey cheese croissant this morning. There are classes here at Wilshire Hill all day tomorrow that I may try to go to to earn some salary points. I was supposed to golf, but now I hear it's going to rain. I'll probably wake with a paralyzing hangover tomorrow anyway and not do anything. Lauren asked when was I going to come by the restaurant. She said I wasn't talking at Q's. Whatever. I'm hungry. Ninety-three minutes 'til I can get out of here. It's payday. I don't think I got my paperwork in on time. I wonder how that works. I haven't done any typing yet today I read the paper. Haven't read any Vivid Dreams yet. Love's not enough. Ugh. Whatever. What the hell else? Maybe should get a lesson going for next week [pencil sketch of Wily Coyote, looking sly]. Maybe I should tie a plastic bag over my head. I better brace myself for a heavy weekend of Shirelle. Either way, there's pain in my future.