Thirty years ago today
Nancy
went to work and I didn’t go out at all. I did some work on the photocopy of my
collage. I was wondering if I could get a lighter copy made. I spent the day
from about 10:30 on cleaning the whole place including the bathroom and the
floor.
I
sewed my old blue jeans but my sewing didn’t turn out very well.
When
Nancy came back she said it felt like the coldest day of the year.
She
scrubbed the shower walls.
Just before midnight I
was reading out loud to Nancy when the guy in the next apartment came hammering
on my door and calling me names. 
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