Saturday 6/8/24
A pound of tomatoes isn't as many as you think. Or maybe it is.
Today is June 8. Coming up on three in the morning now. It's a day I take note of on the calendar and on which I try to be productive and contribute to my moving forward. It's the day my house that I'm trying to get back was taken from me and also the day my first book, which I'm overhauling so it can be exactly as I want it and how it should be, came out.
On Thursday I did three circuits in the Monument, walked three miles, and did 100 push-ups. Yesterday I did seventy-five circuits of stairs at the Connecticut gate, a single circuit in the Monument after--my shorts were so saturated with sweat that it was dripping out of them down my legs--and walked three miles and did 100 push-ups.
I wrote a new story on Thursday which is one of several I'll be working on momentarily.
On Thursday night I watched the Celtics and the Red Sox, flipping between the two, hunted for Captain Beefheart bootlegs, and listened to a lot of episodes of Fort Laramie, an excellent, short run Western radio program from the mid-1950s with an impressive attention to detail, which I've also been doing early today.
My nephew and nieces had a sleepover at their grandmother's on Thursday night to celebrate the end of school so I called them on Friday morning as I ran stairs outside the Monument. The usual thing happened where Amelia took over the phone but I did talk to the others, too. My sister called the house phone to say what time she was coming over to get the kids and Amelia held up my mom's cell phone and pointed it at the house phone so I could "see" her mom. I pretended that I could. Then I said, "Your mom is my sister" and she was like, "What?"
If we colonized space then we could exile people who say, "Blah blah blah, change my mind," to some outpost of a planet or moon where it was just people who did that kind of thing and that would be better, I think.
An article popped up the other day on the front page of Google about energy drinks. One knows how that works. Google says, in effect, "You might like these ten articles." Often they are things I've written, so I guess Google is a decent handicapper in that regard. Anyway, this article said that there's a link between energy drinks and heart failure. Do people fail to surmise this on their own and need to be told? That the drink that jolts your heart and amps up its beating with its sugar-loaded admixture can result in cardiac events? I find it almost impossible to believe that anyone who drinks energy drinks can be healthy. Just like I believe there's never been a productive person who drinks soda. I think these things are mutually exclusive.
Anyway. Let's work hard today and try and get closer to where we're going. Total focus, matchless art, no mercy when we get there.
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