I put Sam on a midnight plane to Singapore last night. He'll be gone for two and half weeks. Buddy slept with me. It is overcast and grey today. It's Tuesday. I've got a bag of pot, a five movie box set of Bette Davis and a 2 day old trifle.
Oh yeah, my boss called, I should call him back. Grimace. Oh, what do I care about money. I'm becoming a poet, like I was when I was 17. I'm trying to write a poem a day.
But first, I should take Buddy out for a pee and make coffee.
Me and Buddy and Bette and pudding and nothing planned. It sounds like a great day to me.
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