10.12.04

Have another body-casting session next week. The artist wants to do my ventral side. Whee!

I've decided that instead of getting angry at local drivers' inability to drive, I'm going to start force-feeding them espresso through an NG tube at stoplights. Only in the mornings, that's reasonable, isn't it?

Indulged myself and wandered through a bookstore this afternoon. My new definition of wealthy is to be able to buy any book I want without foregoing lunches, dinners, or cocktails. That, and having medical insurance.

Speaking of books, got some feedback from someone who bought my chapbook. He liked it, and said that I certainly didn't mince words. "Yeah," I said, "Not a lot of pussyfooting around with my words. Life's too short." We laughed.

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