Have For Breakfast
Thursday. Skipping breakfast yesterday I wasn't able to confirm the price of regular at the Union 76 station across the street. This morning it had increased by four cents over the price I noted on Tuesday. My goodness. Now I know this is quite disconcerting for everyone. Was the price of gas $4.31 on Wednesday or was it in fact $4.27, as it was the day before? Boy-howdy, you pilot your own journal and look at all the responsibility it dumps in your lap!
You seem to throw out political opinions without any particular worry or rigorous thinking.
Now, now. All of this is practice for my debut as a political punster sometime after 2028, when I figure I'll have it down to a science. And undoubtedly be dead or as close to it as one can reasonably be and still write for a newspaper.
Do you expect to still find newspapers in 2028?
It's a clever fellow indeed who can tell if there will still be a planet in 2028.
A good breakfast, this morning, spending an hour and a half to eat and read the papers, walking back with the sinus-head thing feeling pretty good. Felt pretty good yesterday at lunch, although it degenerated a bit later in the afternoon until I'd had a nap. I still feel good about it these days and I'm not looking for ways to be other than positive. Divert all my bile into the political cauldron where it can mix with the bilious donations of everyone else and keep my day to day face shining in the light. Hell, in the dark. In the grey overcast mornings. On Judgement Day when the cats take charge of the planet.
What exactly did you have for breakfast?