Monday, September 19, 2005
Today . . .
I had a nice conversation with a police officer who was willing to stuff the ticket inside my cracked window so I could get to work on time.
I paid even more money to get our kitchen working again. Originally, the kitchen was going to cost a few thousand dollars. Now there are not enough keys on this keyboard to describe the price of our kitchen.
I started a new job. God, I hate knowing nothing, just having an idea of how things should be.
I smelled the rank milk my tenants spilled into the subfloor of our house. "Oops."
I had a conversation with a four-year-old about existence.
I downloaded many browsers.
I drove conservatively.
I had a late lunch.
I stared a long time at the mail.
I tried to compose all this to one song 3:31 long.
I didn't make it.
I paid even more money to get our kitchen working again. Originally, the kitchen was going to cost a few thousand dollars. Now there are not enough keys on this keyboard to describe the price of our kitchen.
I started a new job. God, I hate knowing nothing, just having an idea of how things should be.
I smelled the rank milk my tenants spilled into the subfloor of our house. "Oops."
I had a conversation with a four-year-old about existence.
I downloaded many browsers.
I drove conservatively.
I had a late lunch.
I stared a long time at the mail.
I tried to compose all this to one song 3:31 long.
I didn't make it.
