3-3-01 Sa 11:34 PM
We’re on the old Ten east, heading down to Orange County. I’ve
got the idiot dog on my lap. She managed to close the window on her neck a
minute ago when she stepped on the button. The wife barked at my like it was my
fault. Whenever the dog screeches, the wife does, too. I typed fifteen minutes yesterday morning.
The dog has gone to sleep now and is serving as a pretty good desk.
~~Had to take an emergency shit at a scary gas station bathroom
on Alameda. I’m on the shitter now. There wasn’t ever time to put a sanitary
seat cover. I’m going to have the graffiti scratched onto the toilet seat imprinted
on my ass. I’ll read forward in the mirror. The sign on the door read OUT OF
ORDER, but I had not choice but to sit down and blast away anyway. In the nick
of time, too. I don’t know if this slop is gonna flush through or if I should
even try.
~~~Back in the car again. Lulu ate an old, moldy hamburger
at the gas station. Rochelle got it out of her mouth once, but then she got it again.
~~So, Harvard came by to evaluate me yesterday. I won’t go into detail, but
suffice it to say I have to do it over. In the post-evaluation interview, we
lied to each other: she said she wasn’t “picking on” me, and I said I didn’t
think she was. After school, Elmer
and I wert up to Dublin’s. Jackie and Florelle met up with us. I lost a game of
pool and talked like a dumb drunk. I went home around six. Thing came over and
we played Scrabble and watched “Young Frankenstein.” We’re at my mom’s now in
Placentia. I’m going to put on UCLA/Stanford and read the paper and fall
asleep.