Fruit Punch

Today is Saturday, the twenty-third of February, 2008.
I work tomorrow. For a rug salesman again.
I have accomplished nothing today. But that's fine.

My room is very hot and I don't like it that way.
I think it's because of how small it is. I opened the window.
It did not help all that much, but at least I'm not cooking anymore.

There are crumbs on a plate next to me. I had a sandwich earlier.
It was a chicken sandwich. It has swiss cheese.
There was too much mayonnaise.

I can record with ease now. It's so sad that I haven't posted in so long.
I feel like I've maybe flown further away from here.
I mean, I am still physically in the same spot. But I feel gone.

I did a show on Terry Riley's "In C" finally. It was too short.
Justin and Bear got jumped by some crack heads. I walked home in the dark.
It was really scary but I got home and it was fine.

I am yawning so much. It's only 6:07. That's too early for yawning.
I really like South Park. I also really like playing guitar.
I also really like music and I kind of like Snapple.

Actually, I don't like it all that much. But I like it more than Green tea right now.
You said I must eat so many lemons.
I yawned again.

My room is clean and I need to do the laundry. Maybe I should um. I need
a steady job or something.

This post is falling apart.

I love you, Amanda.