Sex for revenge is pretty useless!
Cocaine is a nice treat, but I can’t afford that. (Probably for the best.)
Quotes:
Tom Robbins, "Still life with Woodpecker" – "… the supremacy of the organization over the individual – is an affront to intimacy."
"It isn’t the tobacco we are after but the fire. When we smoke, we are performing a version of the fire dance, a ritual as ancient as lightning."
"The lung of the smoker is a naked virgin thrown as a sacrifice into the godfire."
"Dullards are law-abiding because they choose not to choose."
J. Isaacs – "… the history of poetry in
all ages is the attempt to find new images for the moon."
"Wasn’t it made clear that civilization isn’t an end in itself but a theater or gymnasium in which the evolving individual finds facilities for practice?"
(10pm) Bedtime!
12-24-88
(10am) Quiet morning so far. (Nice!)
I keep trying to treat others, as I would like to be treated. (Sometimes I get burned, but not often.)-(I suppose it’s a failing, but rather than turning the other cheek, I avoid anyone who burns me. (I have been whipped too often to allow people to do that to me.) (Oh well, there isn’t anything too wrong with an old fashioned shunning. (Just pretend those people don’t exist.)))
I am still torn between being a romantic dreamer and being a cynic. (Most of the time the romantic dreamer still wins.)
I have enough booze to stay drunk for awhile, so I am choosing that option for now.
(1pm) Laundry time again.
Miranda scolded Erica about doing too much cocaine lately. (I doubt this phase will last long and she will move back to a more moderate lifestyle in time.)
The radio says there is a big snowstorm moving in tonite. (Neat!)
The Club is closed next week for maintenance. (A week off will be nice.)
(6pm) Chores are done. (Nice!)
I am treating myself to pizza tonite. (Yum!)
Linda called and invited me out for dinner and movies. (That was sweet of her, but I have already eaten and I am in no condition to drive.)
(7pm) The wind is coming up!