Snored some after that, and after a second awakening the entire day was spent reading zines, looking out the window, and occasionally farting. Yes, it certainly was a busy day. Nothing much to say about it, though. No amusing anecdotes about reading zines. The view out the window remains the same. My ass-vapors are delightful, and should be bottled and sold as French parfum.
Along about dusk I got dressed, walked a few blocks one-way to get the mail, and a few blocks the other to the O’Farrell Cafe for a cheese omelet. It was cheesy and eggy, hot and good.
After the omelet I sat at home, started prepping and printing the November issue of this zine, dripped some prune juice into the roach’s jar, and tossed the old calendar and pinned up a new one for 1995.
And that was my New Year’s Eve. It’s another holiday that’s not for me, as I’m not much for boozing and carousing. I went to bed well before midnight, where I lay awake now, waiting for sleep and then tomorrow.
From Pathetic Life #7
Saturday, December 31, 1994
(first entry)
This
is an entry retyped from an on-paper zine I wrote many years ago,
called Pathetic Life. The opinions stated were my opinions then, but
might not be my opinions now. Also, I said and did some disgusting
things, so parental guidance is advised.
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