Ya know, I'm doing this every two days, sometimes more. Eventually, it'll be once a week, and there is no way in blue hell I'll be able to remember all that goes down in a week, even one that's as uneventful as mine. As I know I've said before, I really don't enjoy this, it's not having the desired affect of spurring my writing, and I honestly don't care. It grows more pointless with each entry.
Anyhow.
Monday I worked with Old D, the Big Man's buddy, and it was fairly steady. I spent the whole evening catching up and was pretty much dead tired the entire time. The evening ended off with two 12-tops of French people who were, apparently, determined to live up to the stereotype.
After another sleepless night, I pulled myself out of bed this morning and went out to the DMV to finally get my license. The place is huge and crowded, but I was in and out within a half-hour. One old lady before me in line was all pissed off about something and got even more pissed off that I wasn't pissed off. Cest la vie.
Afterwards, I went out to the Wal-Mart on Tchapitoulas and bought me a crock pot. Afterwards, I took a fairly brutal nap, did some laundry, ordered a decent pizza from Reginelli's, and I'm currently watching Masada, a 1981 mini-series based around the historical siege of the same name. It's not bad. Got Peter O'Toole in it, so at least he'll be worth watching. I also started Ursula Le Guin's Changing Planes at the laundry mat, and it's enjoyable, as well.
Beyond that, nothing. Going to cook me some beans, cornbread and mashed taters tomorrow.
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