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Aug. 27th, 2009

Today was a little interesting, to say the least. I woke up, went through my morning routine, and headed for my garage to discover that some motherfucker had parked his car right in front of my stall. I was far from amused. I did the only thing I could do at that point - I called the police and reported it. Unfortunately, on this occasion I get not a ready-to-help cop but a very disinterested female dispatcher who immediately put me on HOLD for two minutes when she answered. Suppose someone was breaking into my house, or getting assaulted or murdered across the street? I wasn't amused. Her disinterest continued when she forgot to ask me for the car's license number (which I had the foresight to photograph with my BlackBerry), just what the car looked like. Um, OK. Now, all the local cops can do is ticket the asshole, which they did. As of this writing, the fucking car is still in front of my stall. Not my idea of fun by a long shot. Tomorrow, if the car is still there, it's being towed.

Tara called when I was starting to get settled in at home and we ended up ordering pasta bowls from Domino's. As we're finishing up, Tara asks if I would like to go to the library with her. I say yes, because I had applied for a new library card several weeks ago and hadn't received it in the mail yet. Now, I had told Tara about my situation with the car blocking my driveway while we were having dinner, so when Tara had asked me to drive her, my first question to her was "Sure, but why do you want me to drive you in your car?" I've driven her car a few times before, so no problem there. Tara replied, "What's wrong with your car?" and I reminded her that thanks to the aforementioned neighborhood asshole, I couldn't get my car out of the garage. So, Tara drove. We get to the library and while Tara heads for the fiction upstairs, I head for the front desk and inquire as to the status of my library card. The girl at the desk directs me right downstairs (where the computer lab and research materials are) to the woman who processes the orders. I go there, give her my information and find out... that there's no record of me having applied for a card at all this year. Um, what? I go back to the desk, reapply for a card, and this time they make damn sure it gets sent downstairs to be processed! Sheesh. I checked out Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow and Slash's autobiography; I'm already several chapters into the latter. 

Writingwise, last night, I completely rewrote a specific scene for the mss. There's one other major scene that needs to be completed before I can finish the rest of the manuscript; It's going to be a little tricky, but I can do it. I want to get as much done before the end of the month as possible, although right now it's likely that it'll be Labor Day until this is finished. Sigh. 


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CJ Marsicano (CJマルシカノ)

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