Forgot to wear the watch which means I will be looking at my wrist throughout the day on this Wednesday June 11th. I slept soundly through the night and woke up with no recollection of the day before. Well there was recollection but they’re holes in that recollection like Swiss cheese.

Looking in my bag this morning I realized that I did not give Mike his resumes that I had printed out for him. So I called him but he wasn’t picking up his phone and finally he called me back after an hour or so and told me that he was seeing me tonight and I can give him the resumes then.

I had no idea I was doing that. Perhaps there was an idea, perhaps there was half asleep or half awake like that glass is half full or is it half empty?

So I’m wearing a shirt that I bought a couple of weeks ago from Old Navy. It’s a nice green and white striped shirt, and as I’m drinking a cup of coffee as I usually do I spilled some on my new shirt. I ran off for some cold water on it and that seemed to do the trick even though in my mind’s eye I still see the coffee stand on the new shirt and I spent a few times this morning soaking in cold water on it just so I’d satisfy my paranoid curiosity.

Since I am in the far-fetched neighborhood I was thinking about farfactured I don’t know how they’re finances were fired in 2009 but they seem to be doing all right but I’m pretty sure that the pandemic would have put an end to their Enterprise. Pretty baby by Blondie plays in my head right now.

Another summer day in spring is 81° right now and I am happy it’s not raining. I’m outside my building smoking a mini cigar on my lunch break.

A few weeks ago, well red eyed in front of the computer I was falling for a Facebook advertisement about dying the beard. I fell for it Hook line and sinker and ordered the product and it took a while for me to get it but I eventually got it and I followed the instructions and applied liberally and it came out horrible like I was eating a chocolate powdered donut and I immediately shaved off my beard and now I’m waiting for it to grow back.

The lesson learned is not to fall for Facebook ads when one is quite stoned. I was just thinking of Bratty McGrotty and how much better off I am now that I was then.

Fare thee well, Sly Stone
Fare thee well, Brian Wilson
I loved them both, but my affection is deeper for Brian Wilson. My brother Frank adored the Beach Boys, so I certainly heard enough of them growing. Hearing that Brian Wilson passed away today, I felt like I was saying goodbye to my brother Frank again.