| August 12, 2003 | ||||||||||||||
| Guess no one likes poetry any more. Or mine at least. Not one comment on it lately. Sad. Then again, who really cares, I only wrote it, to write it. Speaking of which, looking for my old contact lens prescription the other day I dug up the outlines of the novels I had hoped to write. That plan has hit a major snag living where I am living. Can't seem to really write there at all. I wonder where I'll put my desk and computer at the house in Menominee? Ideally, somewhere quiet and apart. Then I could get that 2 hours of writing each day. Get back into that habit. Try to actually write one or five of these things. Got an appointment for a new eye exam. $99. My eyes haven't changed prescription in years and years, but I have to keep going in to find out what the "new" script is. I guess eye health is worth it, but still, the money isn't easy to come by. I had plans for that money. Tools and supplies for the house. Parts for the car. Speaking of the car. It's a great hobby, and a great car. For a single guy a bit smaller than me. It'll never stop running, and any probs with it will be cheap to repair, but I've got Nathan, and sometimes other kids and another adult to drive around, and it's not really suited to all of that. The person that had been interested seems to have lost interest though, so it's sort of up to me, how much effort I want to put into improving it, and driving it. Looking forward to the Snappers game on Thursday. Unfortunately, everyone I've asked to go with me is too busy to go. I'll go alone if it comes to it, but it sure would be better with a friend or two. Nathan would love to go, but doesn't want to stay over at my parents. So I can't really take him. What a pain in the ass. C |
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