Why Do People Make Promises?
[pencil sketch looking north from sidewalk tables at Swingers Coffee Shop on Beverly past the Easton gym up Laurel Ave.]
6-10-99 10:17 AM Th
I tidied up Jim a little this morning. I thought it was pretty good. I have to have him recall his childhood asthma attacks. That will take me to page seventy-one. I already read the newspaper today. When I'm done with this I'll read more Idiot. I've got to do fifteen minutes when I get home. Shirelle made shepherd's pie: ground beef, onions and corn under mashed potatoes and a layer of melted cheddar. It's good. I brought some to school today in Tupperware. Goofy's on top of my pencil. He reminds me of Jim. What else? I got a bill from GM for three hundred and fifty-three bucks. I called them up and vehemently cried bullshit until I got them to waive the charges. I wanted to write, but my anger was still jamming my brain. I lay on the bed and slept. I didn't write at all last night. [photograph of some leguminous tree with a trunk bent into a corkscrew] Here's that crazy tree on Hudson. I should draw it. What else? It looks like a reverse question mark. We have to go to music today. [line drawing of a triceratops profile] Two weeks from tomorrow is the last day I have to deal with this group of turd-graders. Shirelle says tomorrow is the sixth anniversary of our first date. Apparently, this means I have to spend a lot of money. She wants to set a wedding date for August 22nd. She asked me about it. I said I had no thoughts on the matter. Then I went to work. When I got home, she wanted to know at what church I wanted to have it. I was confused. "I don't understand," I said. "I don't really go to church." ~~~~~ Whatever. Ugh. It's almost lunch. Should I ask about a prenuptial agreement? Why do people make promises? Let's go to lunch.
6-10-99 10:17 AM Th
I tidied up Jim a little this morning. I thought it was pretty good. I have to have him recall his childhood asthma attacks. That will take me to page seventy-one. I already read the newspaper today. When I'm done with this I'll read more Idiot. I've got to do fifteen minutes when I get home. Shirelle made shepherd's pie: ground beef, onions and corn under mashed potatoes and a layer of melted cheddar. It's good. I brought some to school today in Tupperware. Goofy's on top of my pencil. He reminds me of Jim. What else? I got a bill from GM for three hundred and fifty-three bucks. I called them up and vehemently cried bullshit until I got them to waive the charges. I wanted to write, but my anger was still jamming my brain. I lay on the bed and slept. I didn't write at all last night. [photograph of some leguminous tree with a trunk bent into a corkscrew] Here's that crazy tree on Hudson. I should draw it. What else? It looks like a reverse question mark. We have to go to music today. [line drawing of a triceratops profile] Two weeks from tomorrow is the last day I have to deal with this group of turd-graders. Shirelle says tomorrow is the sixth anniversary of our first date. Apparently, this means I have to spend a lot of money. She wants to set a wedding date for August 22nd. She asked me about it. I said I had no thoughts on the matter. Then I went to work. When I got home, she wanted to know at what church I wanted to have it. I was confused. "I don't understand," I said. "I don't really go to church." ~~~~~ Whatever. Ugh. It's almost lunch. Should I ask about a prenuptial agreement? Why do people make promises? Let's go to lunch.
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