August 3rd, 2002

Roman

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My legs forever moving. I wasn't feeling pain, just restlessness, inability to stay in one place in the bed. Thoughts of the book. I'm the character, constantly improving my status by taking on bigger and bigger jobs, somehow intimidating people out of their homes and then moving in myself. I'm aware of Bullet at the end of the bed, keep my feet away from him. Now I'm up and my leg is hurting. Damn.

I got up, sat on the edge of the bed, looking in the dark at my hands on my thighs. Thought of self-portraits. This would be one. Not nude, sitting here in my oversize T-shirt, folds of shirt on my arms, hands spread out, head down.

The clock in the night, the letters reflected on the cover of the book. Looks great. How can I get it on film?

So now I'm up, for a little bit anyway.
Roman

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The cold is here to stay. I guess I should figure two weeks, live with it. Lemon, hot water, honey, Tabasco sauce. Zinc tablets.
Roman

breakfast

I had breakfast at the Art Cafe this morning. I have meant to try it out for a while now, because it features many vegetarian choices. I had something called a tofu breakfast sandwich, with potatoes. There was some kind of sauce on it, and it consisted of slices of tofu, cooked, on top of homemade English muffins. There was a flavor in the sauce that I recognize but can't place. I didn't like the dish much. Disappointing. I saw other meals there that looked better, though.
Roman

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I flipped on e! and here is a bio of Tiffany, the 80s' pop star. I ask myself, why? Why does anyone give a shit about this person? There are so many more interesting people, who just don't happen to be famous. It's really irritating.
Roman

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Workin' it with Tracy. Lower body. As usual lately, the first exercises don't feel too good on that knee but it gets to be okay after a while. It seems to be a little less painful today, that is, the pain didn't last quite as long.