Thirty years ago today
Nancy and I fucked
up a storm in the early morning. I was doing it from behind and I think she
either had an orgasm or almost came.
I got up and sewed
the behind on my pants together a little better before work.
I arrived in the
parking lot of the supermarket before the De Boer trucks had gathered and so I had time to go into the store to buy some items for lunch. But it was so hot that day
that I didn't feel like eating and so the food sat in the heat and the cheese
got grilled.
After work I took
the Yonge subway south and came straight home on the King car.
At around 19:30 I
started doing my laundry but someone was ahead of me on the dryer and so I only
got one cycle in before Charlie turned the machine off.
Nancy was almost
finished reading Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson by George Gurdjieff.
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