lazy weekend, rally-cap
I'm sitting on the living room couch, listening to the wind, thunder, last guttural raintricklings, and Pat Metheny on guitar, waving goodbye to another weekend.
This one was vastly unproductive compared to the previous. I did make my first trip to Cleveland's West Side Market, see my second Indians game, grill and gobble my first Walleye, (jowls, eyes and all,) and (got) bumped and clubbed at a couple night spots on the near West Side... but accomplished none of the things I'd set out to. Meh.
The bike shop sez the seatpost is stuck in the frame, which adds doubt to whether the thing is worth repairing, so there's a small blow to a piece of my current best-laid plans.
Small insects are feasting on my arms and lower back chauch.
I slept with Faith, and found a corpse in my arms on awaking; I drank and danced all night with Doubt, and found her a virgin in the morning.
-- Aleister Crowley, The Book of Lies
Found at Ming the Mechanic and Future Hi
Tomorrow is another week. Actually, today is another week. Goodnight!
comments
What's "bumped and clubbed"?
-- Kate S. (June 21, 2004 11:40 AM)
bumped & clubbed: shoved through a dark hallway by an alcoholic cattle-prodder.
-- Jeff Schuler (June 21, 2004 12:08 PM)