Today seems very busy, it seems to be swirling around. There are colors and sounds and also smells and it’s not even 9:00. There are smells in the house and there’s one outside, too, the one outside is of rubber and it bugs me so I’ll probably stay in. It bugs me because, right or wrong, I assume it’s linked to my car and there’s a message in the car that says this: “Engine oil life 63%”. It’s a curious message and I’m going to ignore it until after work and I wonder if the number will go down, it has already. On Monday it was all the way up at 65.
So there’s the smell outside, and there are three different smells inside, and Scruffy’s breath smells but only if you get close. I lit the big white candle, I think it’s jasmine, and I’ve washed my hands of all of it now.
Mooresville, Indiana is the John Dillinger capital of America. John Dillinger robbed banks and he didn’t live very long. They shot him leaving the theater, so much goes down around theaters. I know this about Mooresville because T. is making me read a book and that bit of information was in the book.
This is a problem, not a big one though. I’ve run out of letters. There are too many T.’s and M.’s and I think I’ve even doubled up on K.’s. None of you know who you are anymore, and I usually don’t either. In this case, about the book, it’s the T. who makes wine. There’s another T. who draws bugs and who might have given me a book, I don’t remember, but whether he did or didn’t it’s not him it’s the other one. T1, let’s say. T1 makes wine, he was here first he gets to be 1. T2 draws bugs and they named a movie after him.
There is flurry here today, I work poorly with flurry. I work best with quiet and a complete lack of smells. Well by quiet, I mean alone. I sometimes put music on, I may do that to dampen the flurry.
I went to Applebee’s yesterday and had lunch with three gorgeous women. I used to work with them years ago when I lived somewhere else. I had a salad and so did they. Today, so far, I’ve had a banana.
One more thing then I promise I’ll stop. Junior kills the bugs now, I think it’s gallant. I didn’t ask him to. In fact there was a transition period where I killed all the bugs and I was competent at it, G. said so, too. But then a quiet shift and now Jr. kills the bugs and he’s so grown up doing it, and it seems odd. This morning it was a mosquito, a big mosquito and he threw a magazine at it and left it there. Sometimes, around breakfast, it’s unappetizing to look at the remains, I didn’t blame him at all. But now, just now when I led Sully through the house, I picked up the magazine and the mosquito was live and well. I won’t tell Jr. It’s an aberration anyway, it’s the first I think he’s missed. It took shelter in a crack so the magazine provided shade, but not death, i had to do that part and yes, the mosquito is now dead.
That’s all I’ll say, I promise.
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