Wygle Wide Web

if you’re wondering why i never regale my days to you any more, it is mostly because i can’t even stand to go over them long enough myself to write it out. today went something like this; 11:11 DING-DONG shot of adam scrambling to put on his bath robe and edging his door open to see what kind of street walker has startled him out of bed. sure to not open his door fast enough to catch the eye of the salesman (because they always come in the morning). ah! relief, not a solicitor at all, but the beautiful, and recently back from israel, steph. so down the stairs i go, holding the robe shut from steph’s view. let her in and tell her to make her self at home while i put on clothes. we sit on the couch, my unkept feet on her lap covered from sight by a pillow, and listen to each others month. her’s being much more interesting than mine, i let her talk most. she stays for an hour or so, goes through some pictures, then leaves. after the quick shower, back down the stairs i come. and sit in front of the tv for part of the day, after playing on the computer for the first half. “here’s ten bucks adam, go rent me a movie” glad to get out of the house, i take my dad’s money and go pick up “o brother where art thou?” and come home and watch it. which pretty much brings us up to speed. now, you are no longer wondering why i don’t tell you these things, but you are wondering why you still read me.

adam.

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