took out the trash, flattened cardboard, cleaned piles of laundry, piles of mess, organized, made a list, played guitar, made arrangements, vacumed, thought about homework, played myself into the hands of a monkey. . .
I have the craving for pizza from the Joint. I have to write a poem today about cigarettes, and read a novel, then practise with an old band, which I'm looking foreward to.
Hither To the beach, for leaves! Last week I ate Sashimi: hunks of raw salmon, tuna, octopus (sorry octopus), and something else served on a bed of wet leaves and a few palm sized rocks. I ate a small mountain of wasabi thinking it was fish. Hah. It didn't affect me that much. I have a massive tolerance for spice, and I'm not one of those jerks who's saying it because they can take spicy salsa and not really worry about. I'll out-spice them all!
Posted by matty-b at November 2, 2004 12:50 PMIt looks gorgeous! A very good coming home and it being cleany sort of feeling. Let's have people over.
Posted by: Joy at November 2, 2004 5:53 PMLet's never have people over again. Instead, we'll study astrology charts and plan for the future, you know, the plan to "keep on spinning", putting that into effect.
Posted by: matt at November 2, 2004 11:03 PMI don't know if I shall ever eat octopus again, having seen how badly they pilot biplanes.
Posted by: ben at November 3, 2004 3:57 PMI saw one octopus in a tank with a closed jar, and they put another jar with an octopus beside it, which also had a jar. the first octopus opened the jar while the second watched and learned.
Posted by: matt at November 3, 2004 10:14 PM