Cataclysm
3-10-99 W 8:02 AM
Class. Bitter again or still. Shirelle called this morning. I'm lost. A lost soul. What's true and right and good is a mystery to me. Jim Bolger was a guy I knew in college. He married a pretty girl named Michelle, and they bought a house and had a little boy. When his wife was about a month away from delivering their second child, he ran off with another woman with whom he'd been having an affair.
I was so depressed last night, I ordered twenty-five bucks worth of pizza and beer. I ate two slices and went to bed. Slept a dreamless sleep.
I'm hungry. I'll have to go to the donut shop for a croissant.
I wish something cataclysmic would happen.
I have to call around for a new apartment today. Scarier, I have to decide if I want Shirelle for a roommate. I want to call Idaho today, too. Ugh. I've got to finish Vivid Dreams today. What else? I need to make this room look nicer before parent conferences next week. I'll have to get going on report cards this week. It's another dreary day. Winter seems determined to live out her last days. Dawn's here. She says she's going to try to read books to the kids that have "minorities" in them. "What's 'minorities?'" the kids want to know...2:30 PM Time to go home. I'd rather finish this first. A whole nother page to go. There's nothing to say. I could go for a drink. I have beer and pizza at the house. What else? I told Coleco to go home and ask her mom to give her a beating.
I'm doomed. My shoulder still hurts. That list of doctors should be at the house today. Tomorrow is my brother Mac's birthday. I haven't talked to my sister Bernie for a while. Marlin just came in on roller skates with a Blo-Pop in his mouth. 6:40 I'm at night school now. The inspector was to see the house. The realtor, Katie Neill, was waiting there when I got home. She started asking me who lived across the street. I said, "Why? You want to get them kicked out of their home, too?"
I called my grandparents and then my father and step mother. Shot the shit. I read a Ring Lardner story about a vapid nurse. Finished Vivid Dreams.
3-10-99 W 8:02 AM
Class. Bitter again or still. Shirelle called this morning. I'm lost. A lost soul. What's true and right and good is a mystery to me. Jim Bolger was a guy I knew in college. He married a pretty girl named Michelle, and they bought a house and had a little boy. When his wife was about a month away from delivering their second child, he ran off with another woman with whom he'd been having an affair.
I was so depressed last night, I ordered twenty-five bucks worth of pizza and beer. I ate two slices and went to bed. Slept a dreamless sleep.
I'm hungry. I'll have to go to the donut shop for a croissant.
I wish something cataclysmic would happen.
I have to call around for a new apartment today. Scarier, I have to decide if I want Shirelle for a roommate. I want to call Idaho today, too. Ugh. I've got to finish Vivid Dreams today. What else? I need to make this room look nicer before parent conferences next week. I'll have to get going on report cards this week. It's another dreary day. Winter seems determined to live out her last days. Dawn's here. She says she's going to try to read books to the kids that have "minorities" in them. "What's 'minorities?'" the kids want to know...2:30 PM Time to go home. I'd rather finish this first. A whole nother page to go. There's nothing to say. I could go for a drink. I have beer and pizza at the house. What else? I told Coleco to go home and ask her mom to give her a beating.
I'm doomed. My shoulder still hurts. That list of doctors should be at the house today. Tomorrow is my brother Mac's birthday. I haven't talked to my sister Bernie for a while. Marlin just came in on roller skates with a Blo-Pop in his mouth. 6:40 I'm at night school now. The inspector was to see the house. The realtor, Katie Neill, was waiting there when I got home. She started asking me who lived across the street. I said, "Why? You want to get them kicked out of their home, too?"
I called my grandparents and then my father and step mother. Shot the shit. I read a Ring Lardner story about a vapid nurse. Finished Vivid Dreams.