Sometimes i wonder what determines what street gets plowed when. Consider nanticoke--a place where, apparently, they have one snow plow. His name is Jeb, he's 84 years old and that old schwin with the two pan-handle shovels ducked taped to the front just doesn't get around as quick as those "horseless carriages" he keeps hearing about. I guess since no one leaves nanticoke, it's alright to let snow just pile up on the f$#ing streets!
My rewrite goes out tomorrow--had to make some hard decisions about what stayed/went. I am sure someone will not be happy; hopefully that someone is not the publisher!
I got the morning off tomorrow, so I plan to:
a) drink heavily tonight, be hung over all damn day tomorrow
b) sleep in until sometime after 1PM.
c) hang out @ Wilkes and chit-chat with everyone who's working
d) three words: corned-beef hash!
e) get up at the same damn time, go to my other job and then do stuff
If you guessed--well, if you guessed any answer maybe you have too much free time. Go read a book or take a walk or something. . .
more later
today's soundtrack: kings of leon aha shake heartbreak; miles davis kind of blue; bobby womack stop on by; secret machines now here is nowhere; jackson browne late for sky; etta james her best; radiohead the bends; Rhino Soul Hits Vol. 1; ray lamontagne trouble
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Whatever the choice, do one selfish thing. You deserve it.
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