2025/w4
on Monday everybody made a nice bowl of chili, and everybody had a good time. people always tell you to drain and rinse the beans but i like the bean juice, i mix it half and half with boiling water and make the stock in it. thnick. and a little television. and i made a guestbook, feel free to sign it. didnβt get to sleep so good, and i was sick,
but the day was good. the cops came to my door at one point and told me somebody called the cops, i told them nope. went out to town for a brief girlfriend and handed over the chickpeas. surprisingly good sandwiches in W.H. Smiths meal deal. didnβt know the Strood train passes by home. Z brought gift of lentil soup. it was delicious. i coughed some more,
and then on Wednesday with the feta and cucumber and a telephone. very sleepy.
but Thursday with its sweet people at work and its visit from the angel, strange dreams. and also at work, sometimes even when they tell you βit will never be the number 4β it will be the number 4. and the angel and the pork meatball stir fry and the gift of ginger and the little chaos by Orla Gartland.
good long day friday. the other parts have meaning now, or purpose.
and saturday i got my left nose pierced, and Z got the pink ears, and we stopped by to Ace & Tate and i placed an order for two new faces, and we took bus over to egyptian restaurant and we had the order so big they moved us to a new table, and the macarona beschamel and the stuffed pigeon and the soup. is it even a falafel if it isnβt made with broadbeans?
and then sunday, cried in the everyman at a real pain. and the future is warm and bright like candle light. so sleepy now, finally home. oh i meant to do a progress update on littlebook but iβm too sleepy, but there is exciting progress. and you put behind you behind you and you carry on.