10-1-00 8:22 PM Su

The newspaper took FOREVER to read today. My ability and desire to write are still miniscule. The weekend's pretty much over. We saw "The Exorcist" at the Chinese on Friday. I saw that chick Roxanne at The Bounty on Thursday. Whatever. We went to Bahooka Saturday. Had some Singapore Slings and Ko Ko Nuts and Zombies and Grenades. Then we went to La Habra to see Mike. He's pretty much at rock bottom. Crack bags and pornos littered the floor of his apartment. I've got Cornish game hens roasting in the oven. I doubled, walked twice, and scored two runs today. I had two assists from third. What else? I still can't do anything more than gloss over stuff. What's wrong with me? I've got to read some more Koran. Do a third person. Love and Other Demons. Work on Jim. Read Joy of Fatherhood. I also took A Death in Venice off the shelf. I could easily go to bed without dinner, but the hens had to be cooked. I have to be in the library at 7:50 tomorrow to meet with the principal for a "pre-education session." The dog is gnawing the T-bone out of the steak I had for breakfast. 

That's the old pepper, boy. That's the old pitching. That's puttin' it over the plate, boy. Give 'em the big league stuff. Watch me past this pat'etic palooka with...