Here In Oakland
A great day, by the way: the sun, the temperature, the light breeze. So naturally I'm sitting inside working at a computer. So I think I'll go for a walk, buy something to eat (I shouldn't, but I'm hungry) and maybe something to drink. Why not? It's Friday. I'm allowed a little excitement.
Here in Oakland?
Here in Oakland.
Later. Work tomorrow, unfortunately, but there's no way around it. I've got things to tie down before I go to the class next week and so, well - what else? - I'm going to the office.
Screw you too, Magoo. I mentioned a walk, I did take a walk down the way and bought a tuna fish sandwich and a bottle of beer. I thought of going by the sushi place, but didn't want to drop $30 on dinner. I thought about the Chinese place - they have a good glazed walnut thing I was hankering after - but the urge left as I walked by the door. “Follow the gut” says the man on the mountain and I was following my gut, it seems, to the ersatz 7-11 where I purchased my dinner. Are we drifting here? Am I losing myself, this early Friday evening, a Zatoichi movie queued up in the DVD player in the bedroom? Probably. Here in Oakland.