Wednesday, April 19, 2006
I engendered the wrath of the city prosecutor yesterday by making him look like a flaming giant tool in court. This morning there was a police officer at the bottom of my street waiting in presumption to pick me up for driving on a suspended license. Sorry to disappoint, officer, come back and try again tomorrow.
For a man living in such a Kafka-esque world, maybe it's ironic that I haven't read any of the man's work. Note to self, when you return all those CDs to the library, pick something up.
I was combing my hair this morning, which was being unruly as always, and there was a single lock which would not be moved into place no matter what I did to it. My solution was simply to cut it off. Hey, if it works. . .
Practicing for a classical guitar duet with John next week.
Listening to E=MO^2 tonight before bed. Good night world.
For a man living in such a Kafka-esque world, maybe it's ironic that I haven't read any of the man's work. Note to self, when you return all those CDs to the library, pick something up.
I was combing my hair this morning, which was being unruly as always, and there was a single lock which would not be moved into place no matter what I did to it. My solution was simply to cut it off. Hey, if it works. . .
Practicing for a classical guitar duet with John next week.
Listening to E=MO^2 tonight before bed. Good night world.
# posted by The Cheeseburglar : 12:04 AM
