Today was spent killing an alarming number of arrogant and aggressive spiders and cussing at this keyboard. It’s not the keyboard’s fault, but I have to yell at somebody, so the keyboard gets it.
Tonight was depressing. All I wanted for dinner was burrito. A nice carnitas burrito. But somehow, some way, two and a half hours after I ordered the burrito, I was eating sub par “chicken” nuggets (we’ll never know for sure) coated in fire sauce. I guess my Spanish isn’t what it used to be. Never did get a burrito.
Friday night. A small army of mariachis is warming up a couple stories beneath my window. Pretty decent word count today.
N.P.: “Down in New Orleans” – Dr. John