January 10th, 2004

Roman

slug

That's me, today. I'm up, clean, dressed, I have vacuumed most of the house, and that's about the extent of it. Oh yeah, did a load of laundry.

I should get out. My head feels cloudy, which says to me I should get some oxygen into it.

I'm still stoked about the toilet. I like looking at it. That is so silly.
Roman

a shoe mystery

I bought new hiking boots while I was in Las Vegas. They lace up, then end with those hook-like things that one winds the laces around, like skates. The right shoe lace is always coming undone. I tighten it up and tie it carefully, and it looks exactly like the left shoe, but then within a few steps it is unravelling. I do not understand it. It has been this way from the beginning. The left shoe has never come undone.