#223

Ah, the two hundred and twenty-third post. Fascinating. Just keep waking up alive, you know? And sometimes I write. Mostly read. Do a my job at work as best I can.

Each day is a test and a gift. That's existence, best as I can figure.

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Today I'm going to draw some pictures and haul some furniture from place to place. Gonna put some stuff in boxes and take all the naps I want. Perform smoke rituals. Eat cheese and bread. See how things go. 

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Bought a wooden desk, a wooden library chair with a green cushion to sit at the desk in, couple beach chairs with crimson, red, pink, and white plastic straps stretched over yellowed white metal frames to sit outside in, a comfy-ass blue leather armchair and a comfy-ass short green leather couch. Big fan of leather, me. 

Armchair don't really look like much, the design is kind of clunky, but it is one of those chairs that, when you sink into it, reminds you what a comfortable--a pleasurable--sit actually is. I'll be spending quite some time in this weird-lookin, slightly blown-out baby.

I'll describe the desk after I've sat at it for a while, while sitting at it. That's the only way.

Upcoming attractions! Bam! Pow!

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Read Bazaar of Bad Dreams, by Stephen King. Reading Firestarter now. I'm gonna write a long-ass post about reading as much Stephen King as I have been once I'm through, and the way things are going I'll have obtained, read, and reread all of his books exempting the Dark Tower cycle before I seriously read anything else, and probably I will buy and read the Dark Tower before that too. This process might be complete by the New Year, or early 2020. 

Man! 2020. Comin right up. New decade! It is going to fuck us up. Best strap in. 

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Been treating myself to a lot of chocolate lately. I love milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, gianduja in whatever density and style you care to name, cacao nibs, all of that. I fuckin love chocolate.

When I was twenty-five I went to Aldi's three or four times just to grab about six pounds of Utz chocolates--chocolate wafer, motherfuckers? strawberry cream? yes please, four packages--and slam that shit over the course of a week. I walked and worked a lot, just like now, and carried on with a pretty spare diet, so it didn't ever make me feel sick or anything. If you make room for it, chocolate is the best thing you can eat. That chocolate made me feel radiant with health. Just felt extra good all that week and the week after.

Don't like chocolate cake. Takes a very particular bake to produce a chocolate cake I would enjoy. Only run into a couple all my life. Good chocolate ice cream ain't as rare, but most is no good either.

Brownies are dank. 

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Ok signing off that's the end no punchline no moral 


--JL