It went without too much hussle and fussle. Then I walked through the flood plain, came back home, cleaned cleaned cleaned, returned DVDs, bought potatoes, bread, spring rolls and some sort of artichoke thing, played guitar, a friend is reading right now, but I didn't feel like going, though I'm hoping someone calls re: beer.
I conceived and wrote a poem in under 30 minutes on Wednesday morning, handed it in time for 9:30 class. It's not perfect, but I like it. I hate the stagnant poetry that gets into my brain. . . "I'll right my right poem when I'm in my right mind." - Ginsberg. So yeah, until then, they're just poems, if there's gonna be lots of them no use getting fussy over a few.
I'm worth $1,881,421.08! How much are you worth?
It's a poo eat poo world out there, kids. Fire crackers go off at dawn.