Sunday is my day of rest. It is a day of austerity and asceticism. I slept in until almost three PM. My Dreams were sexy. I battled (ran from) a herd of Yeti. (If anyone knows the proper term for a herd of Yeti, please make a blog about it).
I resolve to not spend any money today, except maybe for a cup of coffee. I met a beautiful young woman a few days ago and she looks like she might into be into tea more than coffee. I drink my coffee black to ensure rock-star status (or at least potential) in any casual group of coffee drinkers. I’ll try to take her out later and let you know how it goes.
I have friends who drink their coffee with milk and cream. People who drink coffee around me a lot will often try to drink it black, with varied results. I have never seen a black-coffee drinker who bothers with cream or sugar, however.
THAT WAS SOMETHING OF A TANGENT, I APOLOGIZE.
Unless one of my friends cooks a meal or I find ten or fifteen dollars hidden away in a wayward, couch ridden sock, I probably won’t eat today. Fasting is good for the soul, and it’s damn convenient when you don’t have any food in your house.
Simple honesty, a tongue-in-cheek sense of humor, devilishly high doses of affection (given and received), and a constant and incorrigible infatuation with the female form—ah, yes. It’s easy to take life a little less seriously when the only serious concept I can access is daylight savings time.
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