A Series of Quick Memories:
1.Woken up by phone call - dressed - went to Little Joe in Chatham and parked in the parking lot across from it. Walked right in and suprised Carla, because she forgot I was coming. Had a few cups of coffee and a bagel and smoked and helped clean the store, then left for home very aloof, which made Carla say something about myself acting all nonchalant about her calling me later. Both of us laughed, etc.
2.Sat around for a long time and was plagued by stomach pain. Felt as though I couldn't eat anything, but I was going to feel worse unless I did, so I did and nothing really changed. I talked with my dad about some political matters, no wait, it was about Sean being all over the newspapers for the hawk, when he suggested that my problems were probably stress related...I then decided for my best interests to divorce myself from my house for awhile. Smoked some dope and then a cigarette and I was feeling much better. Purchased some vitamins and water and a vegan cookbook and got caught up talking to Bruce for a long while about Kraftwerk and Screamo/Creamo and Tub Ring and all...Went home.
3.Inserted veggie ravioli into the oven. Watched The Simpsons. Ate the ravioli and watched The Simpsons. Accomplished a lot of nothing and then all of a sudden...
4.Carla calls. She comes over and she sits in my chair and is very interested in my new cookbook. I say I wish I had more cookware. She says we should make something together at my house. Earlier she had asked me if I was going to make dinner and invite her over for something. I replied of course without really thinking, but that was probably my first intention to do that anyway...I mean, who better to share the first thing I make out of there with? I give her a hitter and then a lot of silliness happens and Carla being on my floor and soforth. Later she goes back to watch ER and do homework, and I walk her out to the car and she latches on to my midsection out of her car and says she will call me tomorrow and I once again try and act nonchallant, and failing.
5.I write some rediculous computer mumbo jumbo and go to sleep listening to the mellow sounds of NPR [Oh! that's right! I'm getting Carla's mom's NPR liscense plate cover because she was going to throw it away, and Carla saved it for me.]
p.s. Carla this, Carla that! I know, I know!
2.Sat around for a long time and was plagued by stomach pain. Felt as though I couldn't eat anything, but I was going to feel worse unless I did, so I did and nothing really changed. I talked with my dad about some political matters, no wait, it was about Sean being all over the newspapers for the hawk, when he suggested that my problems were probably stress related...I then decided for my best interests to divorce myself from my house for awhile. Smoked some dope and then a cigarette and I was feeling much better. Purchased some vitamins and water and a vegan cookbook and got caught up talking to Bruce for a long while about Kraftwerk and Screamo/Creamo and Tub Ring and all...Went home.
3.Inserted veggie ravioli into the oven. Watched The Simpsons. Ate the ravioli and watched The Simpsons. Accomplished a lot of nothing and then all of a sudden...
4.Carla calls. She comes over and she sits in my chair and is very interested in my new cookbook. I say I wish I had more cookware. She says we should make something together at my house. Earlier she had asked me if I was going to make dinner and invite her over for something. I replied of course without really thinking, but that was probably my first intention to do that anyway...I mean, who better to share the first thing I make out of there with? I give her a hitter and then a lot of silliness happens and Carla being on my floor and soforth. Later she goes back to watch ER and do homework, and I walk her out to the car and she latches on to my midsection out of her car and says she will call me tomorrow and I once again try and act nonchallant, and failing.
5.I write some rediculous computer mumbo jumbo and go to sleep listening to the mellow sounds of NPR [Oh! that's right! I'm getting Carla's mom's NPR liscense plate cover because she was going to throw it away, and Carla saved it for me.]
p.s. Carla this, Carla that! I know, I know!