Enjoying my time within my little invisible temple of Diana, wonder how long it will last. In any case, days pass by with no significant feeling of agitation, aces.
Most of those Fokkers were Messerschmidts, footprints in the butter, etc.
Been working extra hours early this week in hope of being able to leave laptop behind while on trip to Jersey, would be novel, should bring a novel. Bar Mitzvah, Bar Mitzvah. Maybe I should get the kid a cleverly made little mechanical statue of Ganesh to help him navigate manhood. Would've appreciated one.
Great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blue floodlight of the moon, I'd like to buy a vowel. Bom-ma-bom, a-bom-bom-a-bom, ba-ba-bom-bom-a-bomp, b-dang-a-dang-dang, b-ding-a-dong-ding.
Made a pilaf with Egyptian rice from the new Halal shop by the Asian market, interesting short grain.