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