10:59 AM M 6-14-99
I feel miserable today. I'm sore and scraped and sunburned after our fourteen-inning loss yesterday, and I got a cold or allergies that have my eyes dry as the Mojave and my nose flowing like the Mississippi. I think I sprained my left shoulder. We're out of Kleenex. It's hot today. I've got to get lunch for Horowicz today. I'm sure I'll be a thoroughly disgusting lunch companion. I've got to buy books and chalk at LACAS today. Tom Waits is at the Wiltern tonight. Wish I could go. I read chapter nine of John this morning. It had the story of the adulterous woman and one of my favorite lines: "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." I have read six more chapters when I get home. I've got to read some more Idiot today. I dreamed all night that we were still playing that miserable baseball game. Goldcastle came over to drink beer and watch tv. I called Kronos. I called the Bahamas. I've got a confirmation number. They're going to FedEx the airfare. I asked how the weather would be. She said, "Well, that's peak hurricane season." I've got some clerical work on my desk here to do. A book inventory. I have to decide which of these kids have earned end-of-the-year awards. I honestly can't think of who deserves an award in this class. What else? It's almost lunch time. [cartoonish pencil sketches of how I imagine Rogozhin and Myshkin look]
I feel miserable today. I'm sore and scraped and sunburned after our fourteen-inning loss yesterday, and I got a cold or allergies that have my eyes dry as the Mojave and my nose flowing like the Mississippi. I think I sprained my left shoulder. We're out of Kleenex. It's hot today. I've got to get lunch for Horowicz today. I'm sure I'll be a thoroughly disgusting lunch companion. I've got to buy books and chalk at LACAS today. Tom Waits is at the Wiltern tonight. Wish I could go. I read chapter nine of John this morning. It had the story of the adulterous woman and one of my favorite lines: "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." I have read six more chapters when I get home. I've got to read some more Idiot today. I dreamed all night that we were still playing that miserable baseball game. Goldcastle came over to drink beer and watch tv. I called Kronos. I called the Bahamas. I've got a confirmation number. They're going to FedEx the airfare. I asked how the weather would be. She said, "Well, that's peak hurricane season." I've got some clerical work on my desk here to do. A book inventory. I have to decide which of these kids have earned end-of-the-year awards. I honestly can't think of who deserves an award in this class. What else? It's almost lunch time. [cartoonish pencil sketches of how I imagine Rogozhin and Myshkin look]
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