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Today has been a shitty day.

I have decided to finally read a book. One that came from England that I bought for the MA course I dropped out of. It’s translated from French. Exercises In Style by Raymond Queneau. It is really quite brilliant. I feel I can say that before I even read it. I never really got around to reading it entire I just poked at it a bit. But I cannot read Queneau’s writing itself I am reading obviously a translation. It’s a brilliant concept and Queneau is outstanding in his… I don’t want to say field or profession. I don’t know how it would be said but he is brilliant. It’s a simple story, observation, retold 99 times in 99 different styles. I think it is brilliant because it is so simple. Entertaining yet very intelligent piece of writing about writing. George had suggested it to me. George Hardie 

artist

royal designer of industry

side note: I am thinking that I thwart my own progress when I am putting myself down. I also think I try too hard to make myself do too much and I can’t do it all so I don’t do anything and then I chastise myself for not doing anything. Maybe I just need to pick one thing. I still need to spend a little time doing stuff I don’t want to do but if I just do that stuff for an hour or two a day. Then let it go till the next day and then just try one thing that I’d really like to make a habit of. I tend to make a list of things I want to do. Like I could completely change into a new person over night. I need to learn to say fuckit more. 

My truck got fixed. I used it to go to the post office. It is now making a high pitched sound down near the tranny. But it seems intermittent and I can’t really hear it when I am in the truck. I don’t want to drive it. 

Okay I am going back to my book. I don’t even know why I am writing now :P

I feel super drained now and don’t want to do anything else for the rest of the day. But I guess I had better tape some plastic to my windshield. Was supposed to get it done in Gallup today. Truck wouldn’t start. Called AAA and they tell me my account is inactive and I say it cannot be and I get passed around on the phone-go-round finally getting told that I owe them money because I used their service 13 times in 2011 which is just not true and I am not going to pay towing charges for tows I did not receive and they can go fuck themselves if they think they can bully me. Then I called John and he came over and gave me a jump start and Conrad and Michael showed up as I called them too( I do tend to go a little overboard) and they checked to see if it was my alternator and then said they didn’t think I needed a new battery but just needed to clean it up and they did that for me while I got on the phone to the window guy to make sure my windshield was on the truck and he fobbed me off so I’m sure it wasn’t on the truck and when I called Manny but it was too late to get one ordered for tomorrow so I googled for Albuquerque and found the Glass Emporium and they are gonna be the cheapest at 117. And the guy on the phone had a voice that made me want to curl up in his arms and I’m just going to get there by 11:30. I guess that will give them time to put it in before my meds appointment. I’ll call apple soon and make an appointment to have my laptop looked at and figure out where moms music shop is to have my ukulele looked at, sometime I should find a park to take Jello because I am totally taking her along. She’s real good in big cities. People like the look of her and like to approach and reach out to her and then she growls. It’s a soft growl only unless she feels provoked to mean business. I like it that she does that. I feel completely safe with her. She’s been getting lots of hugs just lately since Banana disappeared. We are pretty comfortable together.