5-9-99 Su 3:30 PM
The Lakers are on.  Shirelle just went to get some peanut butter.  I haven't written since I did fifteen minutes yesterday.  I spent yesterday hanging pictures.  I had to go to the hardware store and get bits and nails and screws that would go through the concrete behind the walls.  I only bent about a dozen nails before I figured that out.  I rode my bike however many miles it is up to La Cienega and Melrose at 7:30 in the morning yesterday to go to a day of workshops only to find that I had the date wrong and the workshops are next week.  Duh.  So I went to that diner on Beverly and read the paper and ate bacon and eggs.  Then I rode over to Farmer's Market.  I thought I could get a beer, but the bar was closed.  There's nowhere to get a drink in this town before noon.  I rode home.  That's when I started hanging shit.  I had to wrestle Shirelle over the placement of every picture.  Luckily, her friend, Autumn, came over, Alabama Autumn with her Alabama teeth, and backed up my common sense against Butt's irrationality.  Whatever.  I drank beer.  Shirelle and Autumn went to see Larry "Dreamgirls."  The plumber put in new showerhead.  The cable guy came and hooked us up.  Thing came over.  We drank Kahlua and coffee and listened to John Coltrane.  Then we went over to Carlin's party.  It was a lot of purty, perty, flirty girls.  I was drunk and funny.  That weak p.o.s Gonzalez came over with back up because he was afraid I would kick his substantial ass.  I came home and Shirelle, and I watched "Vacation" until sleep.  I went to the market.  We made bacon and eggs.  I've been reading the paper and watching sports beating off to a new porno.  We're going out to eat a little later and maybe see a movie.  I have to read double Bible pages after this.  Then a third-person that's supposed to be about violence.  How am I ever going to add another line to Jim?  I haven't read any Nin lately.