thursday

Just as I am about to jump into bed for my afternoon nap, Pop pulls up in the driveway. Well, he is supposed to be going to Kay's place. Of course, it might take him an hour or two to finally get back out. Maybe I should catch up on my blurty in the meantime, so that I might be able to enjoy my nap in peace. ... I resumed work on my little golden books. It may be recalled that that work was on hold until I could quarry some material from my Old Journal, as I start work on those little memo pads that I filled out during the 90s. Well, I have finished one memo pad, culling seven keep-worthy journal entries from it, which is more than I thought I'd be able to get from that fairly worthless dreck, and here we are: they are now in my Three Journal, and I have begun copying them into my little golden books. ... ... Pigshit Poet posted some poems by William Faulkner. I commented, "I'm surprised that he wrote poems. His prose, whatever else its merits, was never really very pretty." Judging by the poems, it's not a surprise that he is not known for his poetry. However, I guess everyone who likes to write probably fancies trying his hand at poetry, and Faulkner at least was a real writer. It's five o'clock before Pop leaves, and he sounds so sad about going. He really, really doesn't like it there. He said that he will be back Saturday, but if the last two stay-overs are any indication, he will be here tomorrow, and Kay will be with him. Accordingly, since I need to shave and still only care to take care of that when I have the house to myself, I intend to do so this evening. I am not going to bet on having the opportunity tomorrow. Besides today is my shower day, and it will be nice not to have to worry about it tomorrow, even if Pop doesn't return early. ... ... I didn't mean to jerk today, but finding myself home alone proved too tempting. Besides, I'm thinking, when all is said and done, porn & masturbation will probably be the most worthwhile thing I ever did with my life. It is certainly the only thing that I ever did fairly well and competently. Nevertheless, it's almost nine in the evening, and I still haven't shaved. I am not giving up on that plan, though. I am going to start now, but it will probably be an even more shabby job than usual.