September 2, 1999
11:19 p.m.
i've always felt that if you have nothing to say and you are worried someone will notice, you should say what you have to
say about sex and you will be hailed as a visionary.
that's all. not worth carrying on about it.
for lunch i ate salmon and a bunch of vegetable strings. and chicken soup and iced tea. my 1999 lunch routine is to eat lunch
at the Asshole Diner on 6th Avenue, or the Evergreen Diner on 47th, or Hamburger Heaven on 50th near Madison Avenue, or
at at my desk.
tonight at the mark thomas household we are listening through Beethoven's 6 & 7 and we are eating a 6 of Corona Extra and
waiting for sleep to come and out of the corner of an eye we are surprised to see some conversation going through an IRC window.
we are also playing scrabble and marvelling at the veins as they roll across our index-finger bones.
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