well well well...
yesterday i went to see tom verlaine play music to man ray's silent films at hiroshima mon amour... it dragged on a bit and reminded me of bill frisell's guitar work for buster keaton's silent films... still it was nice and i ran into mimo who i hadn't seen in months... went to work today. did nothing. ate lunch at the mensa. nodded. I'm begining to feel comfortable here and i'm not getting as angry as in the first few days when my nodes would get dved... Who cares really...It's been 19 days since i quit smoking cancer sticks...
Um, ah... mailed Kerry his copy of the MMW show from London, so he can put it on the net... mailed dad a letter too. that's bout all. Tonight it's all about smoking hash and drinking wine.