Dear Diary, or something like that.
I'm in sunny Saskatoon. The sky is quite large. Thank Christ there's a bunch of clouds, or I might be a little frightened of all the atmoshpere I can see. Ah, Flat Land. I must remember to avoid walking certain places, lest my heart end up on the right side of my body. That could cause all sorts of problems in the future.
Last night I managed to get outrageously tipsy with my hosts... Good food... wine... and so forth. This morning came too soon. Especially since it was no longer morning.
I've got a half dozen cups of coffee in the gut now, though, and a fine heavy-on-the-bacon breakfast from the Broadway Diner. So all's more-or-less sorted. I'm no longer dizzy, in any case.
Found a neat-o revolutionary bookseller: Turning the Tide. Bought a copy of I, Shithead (first time I've actually seen it in a store!). So far, so good. Mr. Shithead defines PUNK in so many ways for me, but it seems a little odd to read about it. More interesting than the Howard Zinn book I was considering, though.
Well... Shit, son. I'm under strict orders from J not to touch dishes. Fuck that. I'm out.
I'm in sunny Saskatoon. The sky is quite large. Thank Christ there's a bunch of clouds, or I might be a little frightened of all the atmoshpere I can see. Ah, Flat Land. I must remember to avoid walking certain places, lest my heart end up on the right side of my body. That could cause all sorts of problems in the future.
Last night I managed to get outrageously tipsy with my hosts... Good food... wine... and so forth. This morning came too soon. Especially since it was no longer morning.
I've got a half dozen cups of coffee in the gut now, though, and a fine heavy-on-the-bacon breakfast from the Broadway Diner. So all's more-or-less sorted. I'm no longer dizzy, in any case.
Found a neat-o revolutionary bookseller: Turning the Tide. Bought a copy of I, Shithead (first time I've actually seen it in a store!). So far, so good. Mr. Shithead defines PUNK in so many ways for me, but it seems a little odd to read about it. More interesting than the Howard Zinn book I was considering, though.
Well... Shit, son. I'm under strict orders from J not to touch dishes. Fuck that. I'm out.
chikadee:
I think I may be adopting your travel mug. So be prepared to sign papers and never see it again. 
Well outside of my hands and regular visiting hours that is. he he he 
Well outside of my hands and regular visiting hours that is. he he he