Almost at 1001. Not sure I’ve touched that number recently so I keep typing, writing for the sake of it. Like many of my students used to do I’m sure, submit a fucking essay that hits the required word or page count and hope they get an ‘A’ or something to show their parents.
16:48…. Should get back to the loft. Check the fucking mail, clean the kitchen, open some of that Riesling the Nurse and I bought the other day…. Little mood but I’ll laugh it off, I am right now. Thinking about my first job, at Lunardi’s Market in Belmont. Oh my god, what a shitty position. But what did I expect? I was like 16, right? Was I 16? Fuck I’m so old now I can’t remember, and I think that shit is HILAR’…..