redskull

got drunk last night, went to dingy beat old coin laundry and read Bukowski while sitting next to a sharp Ethiopian studying some physics shit that is way over my head.

I was going to drive but I hit the house backing out of the driveway and thought it would be better to walk.

now its half a day later and I should be drawing up a section through an entry vestibule for a Lebanese grocery store addition but I just can't bring myself to care about it. Not today, but the drawings go out tomorrow.

I still haven't bought any pots, pans, plates or bowls.

I need a rug.

All of the boxes are unpacked though. most of the boxes, at any rate. Now I find that I have no room for the empty boxes.

A friend of mine is working on a design thesis, has been for 9 months now, and he says its driving him insane. I dropped by his place yesterday before we went out for a patio breakfast and got swarmed by flies. beatiful waitresses there, great teeth. very white.

he shows me these drawings he's been doing. I will fully support his claim that he's going insane. Theyre so beautiful its painful. a bastard child of Leebus Woods, Paul Klee and Francis D.K. Ching.

Oh my poor friend. When will your labours come to an end?