Monday, November 22, 2004

This being an adult it getting tedious. I can't find the beauty in paying bills (tho' granted, having the services those bill pay for is nice). I guess there is poetry in a warm bed at night, food on the table, entertainment with friends, books on the shelves, records on the turn tables.

I had a meeting with a woman today who wants a rubber bag. Must get to work. I had her sign my drawing. Is that a legal contract now?

I can't believe T-day is nearly upon us.

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