Got this from dolphin 2001’s diary
Maybe THAT will get me off my sorry ass.
Maybe THAT will get me off my sorry ass.
A haiku for Mondays, in honor of Ed Stun, who is apparently missing in action: Its name means “Moon-day” Monday proves the moon is cheese Gorgonzola stinks I stumbled into work today operating on insufficient sleep and a caffeine deficit. One was easily fixed, the other threatened to fix itself as my eyelids encountered some…
Funny you should ask that. I was fifteen, once, enough years ago that I wince when I calculate back that far. Two-thirds of a lifetime ago, I was fifteen. Age fourteen was my perfect year. That was the year I was editor of the school newspaper, I was in accelerated math and English courses, was…
I’m on my way. I’m praying that I can sleep on the 15 and a half hour flight. My first antipodean day is likely to be somewhat difficult otherwise. They start boarding in a little over an hour. It will be nice to get away from my unpaid slave labor for a couple of weeks…
15. A Summer Song â Chad and Jeremy It was their second big song, after their initial hit âYesterdayâs Goneâ and C&Jâs biggest hit in the United States. It was the summer of 1964, I was eight years old, and I didnât have a clue what the song was about. It didnât matter; the harmonies…
The judge suspended sentencing pending psychological evaluation. Daniel Culligan’s lawyer is pressing for community service and no jail time. The prosecuters are insisting that they’ll push for the maximum sentence. Regardless of what happens, I have to think the letters the prosecution received made a difference. There has been no deal cut, and the press…
So, Slipperman, you want to know how I feel after I exercise? In a word, exhausted. Sweaty, sticky, smelly, painful, out-of-breath exhausted. Part of it, I’m sure, is simply because I am out of shape. But even when I was doing 75 – 100 miles per week on my bike, I hated it. Whatever this…