10:13 a.m. - January 31, 2003
If George W. Bush were a vehicle
Or some drivel like that instead of the poems I wrote last night, issued like an aneurysm across my paper. My revised reading is March 15 and how could I be pushy with Maria and her British accent, argue that war is war but the chances of me reading my poetry far more rare? I said I understand calmly and without pouting though I thought Yeah, this has cast a shadow on my morning and then realized No, my morning is dark already and there is no light for a shadow. So Twids, it's not February but March and thus, the proto-invitation is rescinded. Be a good sport, Jason, be a good sport.
I am washing windows today. There are 29, not including the panes on the front door. I shall be occupied and this will lift the doldrums, working, working, working.