Ooooh yeah, the flu. It hurts to cough and it feels like there is asphalt in my lungs. And I'll bet I smell, too. I was going to try and join a baseball league today, but I'll have to waylay those plans. It's been 31 years without playing organized baseball, so the great American pastime can wait another week for my crippling left-handed juke smash and kitty-like speed. I will cough and baseball will wait. What's new?
I want to learn more about space. But where to begin? Where would I start? I feel the same way about contacting Morgan Freeman for some freelance voiceover work (for him, not me). I think it'd be easier to forge a relationship with the Big Black that is space than the Big Black that is Morgan Freeman. But who knows? Maybe he's dying for a project to mix it up. And with enough SBTB video, we could rule the comedy world. Yeah, space is more far-fetched. Morgan will be fish in a barrel.
I work. I work work work and then I get home and I get a head start on tomorrow's work so that tomorrow I'll have a little extra time...to get my work done. It's a 6 hour gig at work, but it's about 1-2 hours of homework each day. Then each week there are sticker plan updates. And 5 times a month there are report cards. Then the 2-3 hours I've been devoting to handing out folders in the morning to parents to spread the Little Fox gospel. Then there's printing on this awful, awful machine we share. All in all, I'm spending all my time on the thing I was told would be the least of my livin' here. I understand fully that that's not how one should expect taking a job to go, but I was hamstringed into believing it. Oops. But salvation of that lies within my resourcefulness. How to make a dollar stretch, an hour sing and a moment appear. Joining a baseball team seems like a logical step. Another would be to block every site from my computer that isn't work. And maybe one that teaches you how to train carrier pigeons.
When I was in 2nd grade, I moved to Waterloo, Iowa. I learned right away that Georgia Trovas was a bitch. Cute. Popular. Bitch. Deadly combination. Then you move forward in my timeline to college. I'm 22. A man. Purely awesome and radiant. I meet Georgia Trovas again. She goes to my school for about a week. I approach her. "Hey, I'm Lucas Salazar. Remember me? Been a while, huh?"
"So?"
Some things never change. I hear she has a sarcastic greeting card business now. I hope she squanders the profits on a fatal cocaine habit.
Got any music to suggest?
I'd really like some NyQuil and a steak right now. I think I'll get the medicine from the store and murder a cow on the way back. Rumor has it there's one in town and happens to be close personal friends with James. Sorry, James, but your Mr. Ed's goin' down.
Face forward, y'all, and keep your hands on the warmth of your loves (their genitals),
-LS^2
PC Road Retter--the fuck does that mean?
"Teacher finished!"
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