5-10-99 M 2:11 PM
I had to take these asshole kids to the Museum of Natural History today. It exhausted me. It's just another of many piles of shit around the corner for me. I've got to talk to Stein after school about STEPS and open house. For STEPS, I need to figure out about scoring. I think two teams of three would be best. Horowicz, Coonan, Zanax, Skully, Rodman, Zurn. We'll do it June 3rd. We'll have a 9:30 meeting on Wednesday. I'll train the six on scoring procedures. I went to McDonald's for lunch. I wish I wouldn't have. 3:53 PM I'm at home now. I'm sitting on Shirelle's swirly white couch. I haven't seen a newspaper today. You would think there would be a basketball game on right now, but I couldn't find any. Tomorrow is Open House at school. I guess I'll have to get the night off from LACAS. Plus there's this Latino Heritage culture program to prepare for. I'm going to have to set up a better center for Open House. That museum wore me down. I feel like I haven't slept in weeks. I could go for a smoke. What else? I can't think. I feel unhappy. I need Doctor Allendy. I wish I could take a nap. Take the night off. Thing should call Lee and Gina to see if they want to go to Brass Monkey. The Heat and the Knicks are on TV. Bad blood in that series. ESPN is blocked out. I have to write thirty truths for my third-person page. I'm begging God for a new page to give to Jim. I have Nin to read. Jeez, what else can I say? The sun is in the sky? The leaves are restless in the breeze? There are the mirrors with decorative flowery frames over the mantel of the faux fireplace. There are candles and family photos on the mantel. There is a basket of magazines on the floor of the hearth. There's a primitive, tribal-looking African-looking, 'fro-pick-type thing opposite the basket o' magazines. Ugh. Fuck. What else? I'm a loser, baby. (blue-ink sketch of three arched windows and the divisions of their panes)