i’m at the library now; i had a little free time b4 going to lunch, and when i walked in, there was my friend Kurt, standing around with a great big camera with a great big lens around his neck. i asked him to take my picture, of course,and then i chastised him for not coming to the play and then he chastised me because i went to coz’s pizza the other night without him and we made tentative plans to go out and have a beer real soon this week (but only in theory since of course i hate the beer but some wine or perhaps a margarita or two would be fine).
so now i’m typing at this computer and the space key keep sticking and i always feel like i need to spray the keyboards with disinfectant here at the library. there’s a crazy woman sitting next to me or at least she appears to be crazy because she keeps leaning way over to look at what i’m doing plus she keeps humming random things. but then again maybe she’s perfectly sane because i find myself humming and sometimes even singing to myself in public and so maybe people think i, too,am crazy.
today i’m sure somebody said something very profound to me but now i forget what it was.
it probably would have change my life.
oh well.
ok then,
tuesday morning grace.