The Sad Bear

November 20, 2008

I'm Not Going to Debate You, Jerry! I'm Not Going to Debate!"

I walked into the computer lab (the two ancient, restricted, pop-up funky computers, on which my up-to-date flash drive documents won't work, in the the apartment complex where I've made a nook for my books and Vanessa's bed, kitchen ware, and furniture)--I walked to the lab and it was just cold. Now it's snowing. Second snow I've seen here, the first being long gone. It's those little white balls that sort of bounce on the pavement and look like bread dough. "[It's gonna get cold tonight.]" "Oh you got that right."

I need pictures. There's nothing interesting to say unless there's something interesting to see. It's not like I'm going to go into a Fitzgerald paragraph here. I need pictures of the Burger King sign outside my window. Of my Starbucks, which I'm about to tear from my identity like a linty Band-Aid. Of the charcoal drawing I'm doing on the wall. Of the place where my Dobermann would sleep if I had a Dobermann. "I dunno, he was just funny lookin'. More than other people even."

I need computer power. Soul power is a lie. No that's not true, it's just hard to find a soul underneath a green apron. "Hun, prowler needs a jump."

Chapter 3 of my novel is finished, apart from editing. "Blood has been shed, Jerry!"

I still haven't found the pancakes house. "All right real good then."

by K. Janke at 12:39 PM |