Friday, July 3, 2020

July 3rd is no longer a day of mourning, it's just a day to live or to lose.

The day evaporated. I made $43. I avoided everything else.

Well, actually I made some coffee. I pulled mousy grey-brown hair out of a clogged drain. I couldn't shut off the faucet for the bathtub and will have to replace the thing in there. I told a squirrel to get lost. I ate a burger with bacon and gorgonzola and drank a beer. I was annoyed by the people. I read a vanity plate that seemed to say Blue Hell but didn't. I bought half a gallon of lactose free milk. I had a weird yawning fit - one after another, after another - that made my eyes water.

Cortisol. Pineal gland. Something.

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