REST FOR THE WICKED

Seeing as I got up at five A.M., and have been up for nineteen hours more or less, you can probably imagine that I feel somewhat pooped right now. And I need my beauty rest. Despite the two women considerably younger than myself who seemed to rather like conversing with me at work today. This was obviously well before I started bringing up urethras, prostates, and bladded issues in an effort to get some of the backroom to leave on time. You're welcome, John. All of the above.

It must be my sophisticated good looks.
Rather than my conversational gifts.

You'll be glad to know that I ate a salad for lunch today. As a nod to healthy living. And now that we've got that out of the way the rest of the year will be esy sailing.

Convenience store salad. The one without carrots and shredded cabbage.
Even with Sriracha it was still salad.
None the less.


My feet feel like crap.
I blame the salad.

The bookseller's feet also feel like crap. New boots, still breaking in. No salad.

It's almost axiomatic that one does not talk about urethras, prostates, or bladder issues in the presence of young ladies of the opposite gender. It might make the conversation go entirely sideways. No need to remind them that grandpa's problems might not be entirely in his head. John, you're welcome.

At several times during the day I listened to crackpot conspiracy theories. So if it weren't for caffeine I would not be able to pretend I'm human. My orc personality would surface. Savagely ripping flesh from my quivering victims with poison-dripping fangs.
You only wish it were the Pope who killed the Kennedys, you crazy dingo.

Because of caffeine I spent most of the day high as a kite. Had some more before I left for Chinatown to wait for the bookseller in the evening. I was wired to the tits.


A deep red Virginia with a touch of Perique in the Dunhill bruyere this evening while waiting. Superlative smoke. Only a few pavement "eccentrics" floating by.
Including "coverlet man" two or three times.
I mentioned him last week.
He's worse.



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