Thursday, June 11, 2009

today

Hi.

That is all I can muster.

Last night I fell asleep on the sofa at 2AM with my wireless keyboard in hand.

Poopy.

But I am having a modicum of fun.

Making money is ok.

Right now They say Jump and I say How High. They are good to me so I am doing a lot of Jumping.

It's better than having to decide between doing my laundry or buying coffee.

Well, next month. A 30-day return on invoices = delayed sustenance. But so in 30-days it's party time and I will have clean clothes.

Sometimes 30-days has turned into 130-days and then apparently it = I Work For Free. And then I'm told that I'm supposed to harass people except that I think that that is bullshit. And then people tell me, well that is just business, and I tell them that I think that that is still bullshit. You ask, I do, then you do. It's not really that complicated. If you can't do you don't ask. Where's the complication.

Truth I have more grace than that, my 130-day people know I have more grace than that. Lord knows I'm not a perfect human being. I'm sounding very black and white, but behind the grace is still The Principle of Respect and the Whole Thing and my 130-day people know that too.

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Ohio Kelly arrives in a few hours. Oh Happy Day. Somehow however 10-hour workdays need to still happen in the presence of another person maneuvering around in my teeny tiny flat. How do coupled people do it. I'm spoiled by my isolation. And that is neither an inadvertent or paradoxical oxymoron.

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Pattern makes me happy even though I'd never have the courage sense or know-how to do it like this:

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