The Smoke And Who's Still Standing When It Clears
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Part the First - How to Care For a Self With No Self
Today in my part of the City it was foggy, like a rainy-day gift in the Midwest. So I took the day to take care of my ego:
Writing, four and a half pages.
Reading, one hundred and sixty pages.
Importing music, 700 songs from CD to MP3 format.
And then I painted my toenails like a girl and relaxed in lamplight.
This is what I do when I'm not in love.
California You Say
Sleepless in San Francisco
Yeah I Can Write About Music Too
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