Sunday, March 17, 2019




Hey, it is 17:20.

I want to double space this and end lines with periods . . .

to make myself feel better, calmer, clearer.

I've had a couple glasses of Chardonnay from Victoria, Australia.

I feel okay. I was kind of anxious a few minutes ago.

Mom just went to lie on her bed and read a book.

I am listening to Sun Kil Moon - I Also Want to Die in New Orleans. It just came out.

I like it as much as his others. Some of the songs I like a lot.

I was listening to John Coltrance - Naima a few minutes ago. Nice album.

That is a nice typo, Col Trance. I enjoy Coltrane. I read about him on Wikipedia.

I read the poem Psalm. I like it {-: You should read it . . .

It is 17:45.

I just peed outside; I looked up Bay of Kotor then the highest life expectancies.


It is 18:01.


I should stop this soon. I just fed Emerson, dog food and bacon grease.

My mom will probably want to start cooking soon. Turmeric Chicken and Rice.

Yeah , she just came up to me and said something about dinner

The End

I love you,

See you soon,

Bye,

Greg











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