The American Caliban (substitute) wrote,
The American Caliban

None of us want fruit rollups now, ever

The day was a usual work day, which lately means trying to find out what's going on mostly, or what I should be doing. This is less fun than actual work, but unfortunately it's just as important.

I had an unexpected nap at 5 or so and didn't wake up until 7:30. Groggle groggle. Staggered into the shower and out the door. Saw people at D's. They had some dead guy playing classic rock as usual. Further performances by any artist of James Taylor or Cat Stevens songs may result in over-the-top violence of the kind seen only in imported Japanese DVDs. You have been warned.

It was good to introduce djfntstque to some more people, so he can see the freak show that is the patio.

Just in time I remembered not to go to Ruba and feel left out and old and ugly and pathetic, and instead went for a drive to clear my head and then home. Tamales + margaritas = pleasure.

I want to get lost in something and come out a year from now.
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