The Diary Project

TWO WEEKS OFF

Longest delayed flight ever.

I can see the mechanical difficulties.

But there is no excuse for not having a pilot.

The airport is full of them.

Fear.

Turns to thoughts of violence.

Good to be here.

Wherever here is.

Lazy day.

So lazy, I forgot to take notes.

Actually took none until the 'morrow.

Grocery shopping was the big excitement.
Spent most of the day working on computer problems.

To get the look of typewritten notes on yellowing index cards.

You know, as a fully automated script.
- After inputting text.

Let's start the day early.

Too early to be fresh.

Thinking I'll lay the problem from yesterday to rest.

Staring at a bookcase.

So, that's a project.

Oh, right.

I was going to take notes.

Time to backtrack.

And start on this project.
- You know, the one you are currently reading.
  - I started in earnest, here.

Catching up on the news cycle.

For the year.

Sewed on a button.

I'd saved it from when it fell off at the airport.

But lost it.

Luckily, shirts come with extra buttons.

As did my sewing kit.

I like to think these details are important.

I like to believe a lot of things.

Chicken broth tea.

Sheer decadence.

Scrumptious.

Though, come on.

Fries. Hot.

There is no other way.

Also, why are you serving fries?

How many phones have I watched other folks buy?

More than cars.

Easy day shopping.

Getting nothing.

Now, I must rest up for dinner.
Phone setup done.

Now, dinner.

Stroganoff!

Score!

Let's enjoy the Internet.
OK.

Now, let's enjoy TV.

And every time I sit here, staring at that bookcase, I think I should start a book project.

But these two weeks might just be an Interlude of Internet Indulgence.

Politics in the morning.

Starting the day...
- Right!

Image Smear?

It's quite the effect.

Algorithm Solved!
Leftovers.

Tasty.

Back on my back.
Shopping Adventure!

Coffee Cup!

Silver Spoons!

Score!

As to the theme of the Coffee Mug...

The best guess so far...

Wait for it.

Hippies Shooting Up?

Yes, you are correct.

Maybe conceptually solving different image filters will be my main project during this time.

Also, it gives me an excuse to explore the web.

A Fairy on Drip.

And that makes it time well spent.

Goodnight.

The difficulty of Mental Mimicry.

Yippie! The semester is over for that math class I stopped going to.

I am talking of dreams here.

And Nadia visited me in the night.

'Still, here.'

She's in a bad way.

'Practising for a role.'
- A Fairy on Drip, don't you know.

Cooking Shows!
Tuna fish for lunch.
Rumblings of anger.

Maybe, because my neck hurts.

Maybe, because my eyes feel like crap.

Maybe, because I have the need to exercise.

Doesn't matter.

More of the same awaits.

Not a good driver.
Nice memorial service.

For someone I don't know.

Sandwiches.

Think I did that right.

Horizontal Time!
I know so little.

French Toast!
Text instructions.

Come on, do it.

Gifts.
Sour feelings.

Sour thoughts.

Leads to sour stories.

Church.

You Heathens!

The Word of God.

Or his preacher man.

Lots of butter.

I like butter.

And the Fruit of Dragons.

Words I don't need to hear.

Much less want.

Yeah, I've been rolling in circles for hours.
A walk.

Should I have been quiet?

No matter.

More than likely, the words fell on deaf ears.

Tom Kha Ga!

Making.

Then, eating.

TV.

Talk.

Internet.

Silent conversation.

I think I understand the frustration inherent in philosophical, religious, and political discourse.

Disagreement is inherently disrespectful.

One is not valuing another's analysis of reality.

The fools.

Anger Mode.

Though, not that bad.

Let's read a book.

Do a project.

Other people's words are soothing because they replace my own.

Displace the inner dialogue.

Anger is likely a choice.
Redwood walk.

Well, I saw redwoods on my walk.

Thrift store.

Yes, these are objects of desire.

But will that desire extend over time.

Library.

Staring out the window.

Relieved the swirling black spots exist in the world.

Flying insects.

Schawarma for lunch.

Not convinced it's a real word.

Food High!

It's likely why I eat the way I do.

I don't think the anger will ever go away.

Being hot and sweaty doesn't help.

My phone screen is waterlogged.

It's annoying.

Let's switch it up.

TV before dinner.

BLTs.
TV.

TV.

I can't remember if there was even more.

Would another TV be a lie?

Shopping Online.

I need a new phone.

The screen on this one is water damaged.

Oh, and here it is, almost midnight.

And I'm as angry as Hell.

Do you even know what that means?

Not much sleep last night.
Morning TV.

I'd say I was getting to like it.

But the news causes worry.

About a danger that never seems to materialize.

Nap Time!
Reading.

Philosophy.

And image creation.

It's all a lie.

Well, some people think so.

Random errands.
Nap Time!

If I get to it.

Television News is so meaningless.

So very meaningless.

Lamb feast.

A belly slapping meal.

Television is boring to keep on mentioning.

Suffice to say, the series will be finished before the week is out.

A real lazy morning.
The creativity of the world is endless.
Poached Egg Salad.

I'd do it again.

Shortest shopping trip yet.

We didn't even shop.

Nabbed myself a year book.

I look forward to browsing through it.

Hopefully, as I watch an imaginary character come to life.

Popovers!

It seems silly to report food in so many ways.

But food is important.

It's part of the power supply.

It's a nice life.

No anger for days.

Is that studying?

Maybe?

Probably, best to think of it as a different kind of motivation.

I have very little to say, today.

I was surprised to find I'd already made an entry.

It's been raining all day.

Maybe that's why I don't feel like writing.

I don't have to answer that question.
Hey, I got my check!
Sour Shrimp Salad.

Shrimp with a sour fruit dressing over a lettuce based salad.

It went together well.

Hey, I cashed my check!

Party!

Cards!

The game of the house is 13.

More emotional over a phone glitch than losing at cards.

I most definitely do not want to lose Art.

Let's start the day with a nap.
I didn't fall asleep.

I don't think.

It's been a long while.

Wow! I'm tired!

The jokes in my head don't make sense two seconds later.

Such a lazy morning.

Getting lunch ready being the most active part.

Season Finale!

It went out with a Bang.

A Big one.

Finished my book.

Did I ever mention its start?

Two Days Left!

It's good.

Yeah, mostly it's good.

Rain.

Lots of rain.

It turns out kumquats are very good in salads and scones.
Starting to pack.

Slowly.

Bits and pieces.

I got two new pairs of shoes.

This actually happened yesterday.

Nap time.

Pretty good visuals.

Time for the Season Finale!

The main one we have been watching.
- Sneaky Pete Season Three.

A seriously disappointing ending.

Not only were things not explained.

But new mysteries introduced.

In some ways, this is what we want.

But the key word is some.

Not all.

Hey!

More TV.

A person could get used to this.

But tomorrow is it.

The song Rush by Big Audio Dynamite.

I should listen to it soon.

I get excited talking about computers.

One Day!

Last Day!

The world is dying.

I don't have a problem accepting death.

Yours.

Mine.

Whoever's.

A slow pack.

I like to be methodical about these things.

Think.

Consider.

Rethink.

Cut twice, measure sixteen times.

I think I am done, here.

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