If there were three of me it would be three short of what I fucking need. I was supposed to ship Coagula today but the printer did not deliver it because i did not pay him – i had gone to the bank, gotten the banker to give me cashier’s checks and then sat them on my desk and did a ton of other shit.
So I am supposed to go Friday morning to ship but I am scheduled to speak at Mission College, so I had to hire someone to help Salerno. Had to hire two people in New York to distribute Coagula at the fairs there (found them both on Live Journal), so they are getting boxes from UPS next week.
I am leaving for New York Sunday and am swamped with work, found time to buy baseball season tickets (drove to Anaheim, it was like a trip to the Vatican for a catholic). My girlfriend said i looked miserable, right after telling me that my new pair of glasses looks great. I am losing karmic punk rock points because my new frames are CK oh god i cannot even write the name of the designer in my journal i have turned into a miserable yuppie somebody beat me with a stick.
Anyway, i am taking the train to NYC and if there is some accident or terrorist thing and i die just to let everyone know that I really did enjoy my life, and not to be sad about anything that happens at all. If my memory were to make you laugh, that would be a better accomplishment, OH GOD now look i am a fucking sentimental yuppie kill me saddam kill me george kill me kill me kill me i have money kill me for my money for my american citizenship for my hatred.
I had fun writing that and laughed heartily thinking someone would send me some sort of concerned aw-shucks email. adios!