Cerveza, etc.

Tuesday, June 8, 2004

Tuesdays With Morrie was a pretty good book. But this is Tuesday with Paul's. Paul's is a bar in Old Town Orange. You get the picture.

Yesterday I re-read Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut again. That can give you an idea of how busy things get at work...

Kurt's confabulation spun the cogs of my philosophically-inclined mind. Consequently I spent much of the customerless day enraptured in thought about fear. I even came home and wrote about how I feel FEAR should always be written in capitals. I had a plenitude of reasons why, but my computer froze and they were lost (along with my motivation to write any more).

Considering how privileged I am, being a middle class white male, I cannot even begin to understand a life of poverty. Since graduation I've been continually short of money, yet my level of discomfort is relatively low. I suppose there was a time when people of my stature felt privileged and perhaps even superior (albeit unfounded). All I know is that I usually feel guilty for the minimal gripes I do have. Who knows. Maybe it's historical karma. Or maybe I'm just drunk. Or both.

I'd let the tidings of my inebriation fester onwards, but Spaceballs and friends always take precedent.