Tuesday, December 19, 2006


My coffee is too weak. I have to go down the street to do laundry. I'm moving at 33rpms instead of 45 or, what was the other option? Seventy something? I should make some more coffee. But the laundromat doesn't have a bathroom. You do the math. Maybe I'll put my clothes in and go over to that cafe on the corner (the one I saw the kids in the wagons riding by this summer) and have a nice, stout americano and read a newspaper or something. Maybe they have a bathroom. And I do love to read newspapers.


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