this city, the traffic, if i start and end on time it's two hours of nothing from 4-7, when i could be working, you know? I want to eat salads, too. If anything, I'm a hero

hearing lots of good music on the radio today.  its doing wonders to me.  pat benatar, zz top, new order,  cyndy laupier,  the police—well them, two songs we don't listen to, the third its comical at this point

oh yea, lots of great nowhere talk boiling up tonight.  one more stop to make—and you sly dirty dog you, you did it again and it's smooth wailing from there. manual writing's not working anymore.  dangerous too.  soon ill just be dictating

...the scorpians....more like...yea!

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