Why is it that the workdays when I’ve had only minimal sleep always turn out to be the most physically (and mentally) demanding ones? Oh well. At least I got a free lunch of barbecued pork, collard greens, and cornbread at Memphis Minnie’s. I’ll be lapsing into a coma now…

I need to be working on my mom’s Christmas present. I’m not doing so…

Pictured above is my cool new yellow thing, an exciting Stockton thrift store find, as promised. It’s next to my two (as of Saturday) 1962 Seattle Worlds Fair glasses. I didn’t even know they came in a set when I found the first one in the same thrift store about four years ago…

The house is a little quieter since Mom left, but the kitchen still smells a little like liver pudding. That’s nice. And I’ve sort of cheated by adding new pictures to an old journal entry…

Let me be among the first to congratulate Sarah upon completing her MBA. You rock!

Must. Answer. Email.

Ah, I remember her well and had been wondering recently what she was up to. For the record, this is quite possibly the most unpleasant person I’ve ever met — anywhere –and on two occasions, I had the pleasure of kicking her out of a retail establishment I was managing for being loud and abusive to me and to my co-workers. She finally hit the road when I picked up the phone to call the police…

When she threatened to sue me at one point, I informed her that nothing would make me happier than to collect my full salary for sitting in a courtroom watching her make an ass of herself…

It’s because of people like “Patty Sue” that I sometimes regret not believing there’s such a place as hell. Either way, I get to fantasize about her eventually dying homeless and penniless and even more miserable than she’s made everyone who’s ever come in contact with her…