6-22-01 F 10:15
It's the last day of school. I turned in my cumrs and handed out report cards. I'm expecting to get dinged on all kinds of shit because everyone in the office hates me. I bought a couple dozen donuts and some milk and OJ for the kids this morning. I think I added one line to Jim yesterday. I typed a new resume. I'm going to apply for a faculty position at Mt. San Antonio College. I'm sure they won't take me without a masters. I brought a copy of my resume to fax to that Mexican courier. Today is payday. I netted $3,800. Wednesday, I called Manuel. I was just about to Sloan's when he called back. I was having a Club Daiquiri in a can. I told him I'd swing by and pick him up. We went to the Red Setter or Irish Setter or something like that. Shot some pool. Read about ancient Egypt. Last night, the wife and I watched "61" about Maris and Mantle. It was great. The two actors, Barry Pepper and the other guy were perfect. It was fun. It wasn't stinking in sentimentality like most baseball movies. I didn't know that they roomed together, nor that Mantle missed the last two weeks of the season. I also never knew what happene4d in the hundred and fifty-fourth game, so that was exciting and suspenseful. What else? I could go for some coffee and a crap and a hump. We're supposed to go up to the Brass Monkey today. Senoravilla wants me to meet her at LACMA for jazz. I don't know nothing. [blurry color photo of rainbow] The rain from the train--Starlight Express]