I’ve been fairly pro­duc­tive in my funem­ploy­ment. I get up with V, as I said I would, and he is always like, “why don’t you lounge? Why don’t you sleep in?” And I’m like, “no, that’s a waste of a day, a waste of pro­duc­tive time.” Sun­day, while he was out all day with a friend vis­it­ing from out of town, I walked from our apart­ment in NOPA through GGP down to the ocean. By the time I got there, it was start­ing to get chilly, and I noticed that my shoes were start­ing to fall apart, lit­er­ally, so I got on the 5, and came home.

Mon­day, I got up early, and did my laun­dry. There’s a cute laun­dro­mat just across the street, and it opens at 7 a.m. I was the only one there the whole time I was wash­ing and dry­ing. It was very nice. I can’t really remem­ber what else I did yes­ter­day. I mean, I was home, I had Trader Joe’s chicken buree­tas for lunch, what else? OMG, I’m so fuck­ing bored.

This morn­ing, Tues­day, one week later, I was clean­ing the bath­room. It’s fab now, thank you very much. And that’s it. Oh, I vac­u­umed out my Mac. It’s been run­ning really hot lately, in the 50s C. And when I’m raid­ing, heh heh, it pops up into the 70s C. Not good. So I vac­u­umed out the vents, and it’s already cooler. It’s a known issue that Apple refuses to acknowl­edge offi­cially, so we do what we can to make it work. Whatev.

Every time I clean the toi­let, no mat­ter where I am (like, even one time when I puked at work, and was clean­ing up the rim, I thought of this), I think of Cher. Yes, that Cher. I love her to pieces, you know I do, but she’s the first per­son to come to mind when I clean the toi­let. I had a dream a long time ago that I was wash­ing pots and pans, and my mother said to me that every­thing should be clean, clean enough for Cher to eat off of. Cher was in the dream next to my mother, and she was nod­ding her head in approval of what my mother was say­ing. So, from that day on, I think of Cher when I clean the toi­let. Not when I clean pots and pans, how­ever. Our sub­con­scious is a mys­te­ri­ous and fucked up place.

And now that my realm is up from weekly ser­vice, I must go romp through the for­est some more.

That’s all.