tidbits
There is now a pack of Camel Turkish Gold, kings, in the freezer. I packed it already. Strange how you remember how to do things, how easily motions come back to you. I guess it's like riding a bike. You never forget. It's a nice night tonight, and after Thing Two and Little Cat Z go to bed, I intend to drag the_original1 out onto the back porch/stoop and light one up.
When I was at the gas station buying the cigarettes tonight, one of the guys who works there was visiting the guy whose shift it was, and he (the one visiting) said something about getting some pussy. Then he apologized to me and said he's intoxicated and can't get himself to shut up. So I said it was okay, since I've heard worse . . . in fact, I've said worse. He smiled and said thank you, feeling vindicated, I guess. It was kinda cute. I remember being young like that.
I have to wake up at the ungodly hour of 6:30 tomorrow morning, so I can drive over to the school and pick up Thing One. She's at a special "lock-in" for all the fourth graders who got at least one hundred points in their Accelerated Reading program this year. I think she has over four hundred, which is either the second or third highest in the grade. She reads, you know, just a little bit.
I sent "Changing Lanes" out again, this time to an e-zine. I had forgotten there was one more print magazine I wanted to try first, but oh well. I'll let you know when I receive my fourth rejection letter. This one at least says that they do try to give you some feedback, which is nice. Then I'll send it to the print mag. Then I might give up.
I also bought more rum today, so after Thing Two and Little Cat Z go to bed, I might get drunk. Then I might embarrass myself and sing again, so be warned. It's just been a real shit week, all around, and I'm really glad it's kind of over.
When I was at the gas station buying the cigarettes tonight, one of the guys who works there was visiting the guy whose shift it was, and he (the one visiting) said something about getting some pussy. Then he apologized to me and said he's intoxicated and can't get himself to shut up. So I said it was okay, since I've heard worse . . . in fact, I've said worse. He smiled and said thank you, feeling vindicated, I guess. It was kinda cute. I remember being young like that.
I have to wake up at the ungodly hour of 6:30 tomorrow morning, so I can drive over to the school and pick up Thing One. She's at a special "lock-in" for all the fourth graders who got at least one hundred points in their Accelerated Reading program this year. I think she has over four hundred, which is either the second or third highest in the grade. She reads, you know, just a little bit.
I sent "Changing Lanes" out again, this time to an e-zine. I had forgotten there was one more print magazine I wanted to try first, but oh well. I'll let you know when I receive my fourth rejection letter. This one at least says that they do try to give you some feedback, which is nice. Then I'll send it to the print mag. Then I might give up.
I also bought more rum today, so after Thing Two and Little Cat Z go to bed, I might get drunk. Then I might embarrass myself and sing again, so be warned. It's just been a real shit week, all around, and I'm really glad it's kind of over.