A Note in My Box
10-5-00 Th 1:07 PM
I
typed fifteen minutes this morning. Rochelle gave me a ride to school. I bought
a newspaper. I read it. It made me wonder why I’m not wealthy. Pbbt. Anna left
a note in my box inviting me to happy hour, in apparent gratitude for hooking
her up at LACAS. @Urk~~ Whatever. Fuck me. Let’s see. I have a baby on the way.
In the next three to five weeks, I guess. I can maybe go up to happy hour
tomorrow and spend Saturday taking care of business. I have to get paint and a
dresser. I guess I should wait on the dresser until after the shower. The Cards
and Braves are on the radio. The kids are doing their silent reading. We
corrected our phonics this morning. Learned about the difference between
statements and questions. Went to the auditorium for music. Miss Johnson
reminds me of a graham cracker. A plain graham cracker. Or maybe a Nilla wafer.
We studied subtraction. Gabi comes in and interprets for my deaf students. I
ate an apple for lunch. We’ve got story time and social studies still. I’ve got
to read some more Misery—I mean Joy of Fatherhood. I feel like ordering a pizza
and alfredo today, but I’ll just make some stuff out of the fridge. This
weekend is a three-day weekend. We have Monday off for Columbus Day. I have go
get spackle and sandpaper to paint Saturday. The cable guy is coming that day,
too. The Cards have taken a seven to two lead over Glavine and the Braves. I
wonder if I can bum a ride home today. I should probably walk. I think I’ll
have cough drop when I get home and a smoke, too. I want to go to Borders. I
want to get the Science of Hitting by Ted Williams. What else? 3:09 PM Home now.
Rochelle’s sizzling up some kielbasa to put in the past she’s making. [pencil
sketch of Arenal] Man, am I hungry. Rochelle put beer in the fridge.
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