November 7, 2004
Manolo has been playing one of his video systems in marathon sessions again. He and any company he might have spend hours at it without a break. The whole thing reminds me about a book I read on the birth of leisure. If you think about it, it really hasn't been around that long. Anyway, I woke this morning and made my own breakfast and decided to make the store run myself. Normally, Manolo will hit three stores in the basin to cover the basic juices we need but I quit after an encounter I had at a Longs. There was an impossibly skinny actress-type in front of me in line. She was somehow like a large print book on tape. Somehow, she gummed up my works today. That's all. I am off to improv.