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September 20th, 2005

Day #2 of The Blitzchange:

• Up at 7:30. (Must’ve needed the rest.)
• Too lazy to jump right into exercise as imagined. Sore from yesterday. Start whacken at my hair with bad, short scissors. Scissors that don’t even work if I put them in my left hand. And, right-handed though I may be, my left is not that disabled. Getting about time for a hair cut anyway. But then there’s the whole cleaning kick that’s starting-off, rightfully I imagine, this clean-up campaign. And then there’s the ritual of the whole thing. And my realization that it’s going to be hard-if-not-impossible to do a decent haircut with these scissors and the patience I’m left with these years. So I go deep. Down to the trunk. I’m taking it down. All the way. Baldboy. Skinhead after so many mohawks. But not skinhead in any aryan way mindyou, godno. I love the races. And not just the Nascar ones like many-a-the folk down here. A lover of the races I am… Anyway, luckily, I found some left-behind lotion in the cabinet when I was done.

  This whole thing has the added benefit of taking my mind off of finding me a gal for awhile. Concentration help I could use. And keeping me out of the social scene galavant in general, even, indoors for while. Maybe. Until I get hungry.

• Cancelled the Juno account I set up in Sunset Park when I was desparate to get crackin’ on my little projects after sneaking a smoke at Joe’s. Oh, better call Joe today. Up with the local anti-socialism, down with the anti-socialism that’s got me ignoring and worrying and abusing and frustrating and irritating my best family and friends, and making the rest forget about me, though maybe those are okay for now. The ones contacting me, I should contact.
• Swam in the ocean today. Final-fucking-ly.
• More healthy groceries, including bottled water. Then, while taking care of other long-overdue chores I found myself downstairs where Rose told me how to find filters for the tap. Now I have to neither drink that godawfully tasting tap water nor pay all that money for bottled water (saving myself the work of hauling it home, I’m ambi about that. It was good exercise, especially for my hope-to-climb-again-someday-soon fingers).

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