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November 14, 2002
Some Smooth Chords on the Car Radio
Last night I dreamed about going to see X. I can’t remember the last time I was this excited to go see a show. I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait.
I’ve been thinking today about how people, as they get older, do things to make themselves feel better. Cutting out red meat, quitting smoking, exercising, all sorts of things you don’t really want to do, but know you should. I try to stay moderately healthy just so I’m tolerable to be around.
This week I’ve been living on coffee, cigarettes and beer. I’ve been huffing untold amounts of chemicals in a poorly ventilated darkroom. I haven’t been to a yoga class in weeks. Today I ate lunch at Tamale House on Airport Blvd.
I’ve never felt better in my life.
Posted by pogo at November 14, 2002 3:15 PM
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ooh, tamale house. so nasty and delicious. frito pie. yuck, but yum! just the thought of it makes my tummy complain.
Posted by: leah on November 14, 2002 3:35 PM
I hadn’t eaten there in at least two years, and I was worried I wouldn’t be immune anymore, so I played it safe and just got tacos. They were delicious. But oh, how I was tempted to get the migas with cheese.
Posted by: pogo on November 14, 2002 3:57 PM
frito pie!
Posted by: jacob on November 15, 2002 12:17 AM