2-3-00 Th 3:57 PM
I'm at home.  I spent a lot of time teaching today.  I finished the newspaper a few hours later than usual.  I didn't pick it up 'til recess.  I usually get to it before school, but I was on the phone with Samuel Barrillas' mom all morning.  I got a new Teacher's Assistant today.  His name is Luis Gonzalez.  We did phonics and subject/predicate exercises.  For math, we did more two-digit multiplication.  I had a Chalupa and a Meximelt at lunch.  There was a weird article in the paper about nano-circuitry--microscopic computers you can inject into the bloodstream.  Body heat would be all the energy they need.  There was also a picture of a newly-discovered nebula five thousand light years from here.  They call it the Eskimo Head Nebula because it resembles a face in a parka hood.  It's clearly God's eye, though.  We saw part of a movie on the history of jazz in Coone's music class.  I never knew Scott Joplin was black.  I always confuse him with Stephen Foster.  There was a lot about New Orleans in the video.  We read about Navajo sand paintings.  The kids were good today.  I think I did a better job of projecting that I mean business.  A book was on display in the office titled Mysteries of the Bible.  I ordered it.  I happened on a page directly related to Milton regarding Satan.  Satan, the book reads, is only mentioned in the Bible fourteen times. Isaiah 14 and Ezekiel 28 are cited as passages related to the archangel's fall, and also the third of the stars fallen from Heaven in Revelations (which I read this past Sunday).  I finished Book II of Paradise Lost this morning.  It describes Satan's journey past his daughter, Sin, at the gates of Hell and across Chaos.  I'll need to get the rest of the books to read about the Serpent's temptation of Man.  The book I got and its editor are fucking lame.  I just ate a bunch of buffalo wings with bleu cheese.  Peachtree left a message. I'll read a chapter of McCain.  Do a third-person page, pay bills, pay tickets, go to night school, work on Jim, and watch "Payback."

2-2-00 1:55 PM W
I wonder if Punxatawny Phil saw his shadow this morning.  I'm tired.  And I'm sick of kids.  Kids suck.  It sucks having to teach people who won't listen. It's like trying to empty the ocean with a bucket.  F--king stupid kids.  I've had deaf kids with better concepts of what it means to listen.  I took Rochelle up to Ten Masa last night, and she put dinner on her BEE expense account.  We had unagi, gyoza, sashimi, yellowtail, spicy tuna, halibut, salmon, shrimp tempura rolls, sake, and Asahi.  Rochelle took exception to a comment I made about marriage meaning you're stuck together. She said, "I wouldn't want you to ever think you're stuck with me," and I said, "I wouldn't ever want you to think you weren't."  ~ "Millionaire" didn't call today.  Exchanged handjobs with the wife this morning.  Didn't have time to write anything before school.  Rode.  Got paper.  My boy McCain trounced that smug dumbfuck Bush in New Hampshire.  Researchers say AIDS first transferred from chimps to humans in the 1930s.  The Lakers lost.  Vermiel retired.  I should write to McCain.  Maybe I can help him.  I ate at Tam's with Florelle today.  Mushu chicken and shrimp broccoli.  It was good.  I need to add some more lines to Jim today.  I'll probably finish Book II of Paradise Lost.  Friday is payday. I need a new computer, a new desk, a vacuum cleaner, a car, and a house.  I've got to check on those stupid fucking speeding tickets that the stupid fucking fucking fucked-up cocksucking son-of-a-bitch fucks from the highway patrol gave me.  Fuck them.  I'm tired.  I need a nap.  I think by brother is coming today.  Ugh.  How can I quit my night job?  These kids suck.  How can I quit my day job?  We studied subjects and predicates today.  I'll play some guitar when I get home.  What else?  It's warm and sunny [sketch of Australia divided into its states in red ink] today, and the air is dry.  It's 2:30 now.  The room is fucking mess like always. Good bye.

2-1-00 Tu 12:49 PM
After class last night, I read Belial's, Moloch's, and Beelzebub's statements in Book II of Paradise Lost.  Satan is travelling from Hell to Earth to try to hurt God through a new creation which is man.  We watched a movie about a coal town boy who perseveres against expectations to become a NASA rocket scientist.  I slept roughly.  Being married frightens me.  I didn't get up early enough to write this morning, but I read a chapter of Ueland imploring me to write honestly, like the Russians do.  Rochelle's working at the convention center this week.  She didn't have to be there 'til ten.  She says she'd got an expense account for the week, so we should go out for dinner tonight.  I rode my bike to school.  Bought a paper.  An Alaska Airlines MD-80 went down off Point Mugu.  The New Hampshire primary is today. The kids are studying subject/predicate sentence parts and adding two-digit numbers.  Half the class was fucking around, so I cast them out.  The good kids are here in the cool classroom reading.  The bad kids are outside baking in the sun with nothing to do.  There's a staff meeting after school today.  I have to go to LACAS.  "Millionaire" didn't call.  I have to do a third-person page.  Read some more McCain.  We've got a chapter in our social studies books to read about Navajo religion.  I'm hungry.  I ate a bagel with peanut butter for breakfast.  What else?  It's sunny today.  The sky is blue.  The Navajo use natural resources of the Earth, such as plants and berries, to dye wool.  Ugh.  What else?  There's a black hole in my iris.  My eyelids are being sucked down.  These kids suck.  Forty-five minutes more before I will be rid of them for the day.  Then I have to sit through that staff meeting.  I have to ask Phylicia about doing my taxes.  I'm going to grab a few slices of pizza before the stupid meeting.  I need a nap.  I've got more thank-you notes to write.  I can't fucking wait to be out of here.  What's wrong with me?  I wish I was a Navajo.

1-31-00 M 12:15 PM
It's wet today, but it's not raining.  We had shishkabobs and beer watching the Tyson fight at Mariachi's Saturday night.  Rochelle couldn't settle on a radio station on the way home.  She drove the Arroyo-Seco Parkway at eighty-five miles an hour.  I was tired and bloated and went straight to bed.  Rochelle slept on the couch.  She said she thought I was mad at her.  I don't know what gave her that idea.  I think her hormones are making her irrational.  Whatever.  "Notting Hill" was lame.  I wrote a letter to Grandma Zurn.  I read chapters seven through fourteen in Revelations.  Bizarre beasts unleashed upon humanity.  I made some chicken and Rochelle made some dip and hors d'oeuvres.  Artie and Lori came with a case of beer and Getoff game with a case of beer.  The Super Bowl was super dull.  We drank all the beer.  The neighbors' party mingled with ours.  We played my new guitar.  I showed Lori Jim. Printed a copy for her.  She said they listened to On the Road on tape, and it was boring.  The last few minutes of the game were exciting.  McNair scrambled out of a do-or-die fourth down and completed a pass that got the Titans to within ten yards of tying the game, but with no time on the clock, Rams linebacker Mike Jones made a solo, open-field take-down of Titan tight end Kevin Dyson at the one-yard line to preserve the victory.  Artie won the forty-dollar pool.  When everyone was gone, we cleaned up and went to bed.  We put on "American Pie," a teenage sex "comedy."  I didn't like it, and I didn't watch the end.  I got through on "Millionaire."  I'll be in a drawing to go on the show today.  I've got a twelve in forty chance--thirty percent.  I've got to fax some STEPS info downtown.  I have to go to LACAS.  I have to be home between three and six in case "Millionaire" calls.  I've got Book II of Paradise Lost to begin.  It's cold and drizzly today.  I did some minor editing on Jim this morning.  I haven't typed my fifteen minutes yet.  I had Taco Bell for lunch.  I brought a Thermos of coffee to school today.  The cold and damp are hurting my joints, especially my busted knuckle.