Fearful Symmetries

Witness a machine turn coffee into pointless ramblings...

03 April, 2004

Just Like Palmer E.'s Blues

When you're lost in the rain in Natchitoches
And it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through

Yeah, it's a Bobby Z. kinda night.

Aside from faxing and job hunting, I shook off my sloth and asked the next door neighbor if I could use his lawnmower. Of course, I did this with about 20 minutes of daylight left so I didn't get much done and what I did was littered with rocks and all manner of blade-dulling things. It proved to be a rather fortuitous encounter as, not only was the guy nicer than all get out, he showed interest in buying the house. And, to top it all off, he's got a 16 year-old son who is interested in doing the mowing until the house is sold. While this turn of events is quite pleasing, the mowing I did has made me a sweaty pig.

I had a some mighty tasty catfish for dinner. I've loved catfish since I was about 13. Mmmm...catfish...And, since my chocolate supplies had diminished, I bought some fudge cookies. It's bad enough being down here alone. But without chocolate - it's unthinkable.
|| Palmer, 6:07 PM

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