And homemade biscotti. At about 10:30 pm John (for picture see the blog titled, Muhsu:) and I decided to make biscotti, drink coffee, and watch "Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow" while I critiqued short stories for class. They came out really good. Which means I should give up my hopes and dreams and become the male version of Martha Stewart. That, however, would mean that I would have to sell my eternal spirit to an aged "prophet" in the middle of a corn field with a hooka and a six pack of Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper. Heaven forbid.
(for those wondering, yes, I did purchase "Sky Captain." i enjoy the cross-genre-fication of 50's and futuristic and the clothes. i also like the design of Angelina Joli's character, however small a part she plays.)
Wow, I'm really out of it. I keep saying that it is 1:30 am. Ha! its only 12:45. This isn't the first time I've made a mistake like this. Now I feel like a dork. Owell.
Seems like a fitting way to end a stressful week. I had a car too. Kim Conner's. She hates to drive and she made me take her home in the rain; I'd never driven in the rain before. I drove to Wal-Mart today . . . and Hastings, where I bought the movie. The trip to Hastings was a bit frustrating. The car wouldn't start; annoying indeed. I was in a gloomy mood which didn't help. Finally, I got frustrated and turned all Uber-Christian and exerted my authority over it. I'm a child of God no damn car is going to keep me from doing anything; so I prayed over it, closed my eyes, began praying and turned the key. The car worked. I was all like "boo-yah car, whose your daddy."
To which the car replied: "Mmm . . . rainbows taste like sunshine." And I left it at that.
Luv,
Clay
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The car didn't start? You didn't tell me that. Did the key just not turn, or did it sound like a problem with the battery? That car...it doesn't like me.
Hey bud. Im in Kansas this week.
Email me and I'll give you my cell number.
Adam
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