Monday, Monday.

Aw Gawdamn, I said Gawdamn!

-Mrs Wallace Pulp Fiction

Today was pretty good. My wife’s surgical procedures were bumped ahead by a week, which kind of offset some stress for both of us at least till next week. Got a spiffy lighter at a thrift store downtown. It’s pretty cool looking, like its made out of spare chainsaw parts. Had the hardest time tryin to figure out how to get it to light, its one of those super childproof numbers. I gave up and was about to throw it out the window to see if it’d blow up but Dee figured out the flick mechanism on it to my chagrin. Wives are very useful like that.

Later, I went to the store and dragged along my trusty cheapo deluxe pitchur taker. Got a few photos, most all of them horribly blurry as is my “photography style” (actually its because digital cameras seem to generally suck monkey farts when it comes to shutter delay), but I pretty much try to run with it and just pretend I’m being creative or something. Speaking of which, I reached the point a long time ago when I stopped considering this blog a creative outlet. Its more like a nervous tic, or an obsessive habit not unlike the imperious desire to chew one’s own toenails instead of using clippers. I guess I have worse things to worry about, the blogging I’m saying not the toenail chewing, I mean at least its a somewhat constructive tic and not like reindulging in destructive ex-habits such as massive dope consumption.

Fuggit, its late. I was going to write about my cousin who’s back in jail after trying to sell heroin to an undercover pig, but I think I’ll write him instead.