2001:July:14
2001
Saturday and I'm about to waste it on a knucklehead project that I volunteered for. It involves a pond, a pasture, 17 vehicles, and an Ansel Adams camera. I hope to be home by the afternoon where I will bathe, turn the a/c to 77 and the ceiling fan on high, read, and drink two cold beers. I need to get a solid door some day. One without a window. The worries of Americans are so trivial. I learned that one from Mom. And boy oh boy do I need to have and experience and write. Radiohead is coming up in a month and Champ decided that he didn't want to go. What a weenie. I won't let him change his mind either. Once you throw a weenie vibe out there you might as well just lay low because I'll always be thinking about it. I saw The Score yesterday. The story wasn't so meaty but the acting was nice and Montreal seems pretty. I could be wrong.
