Tom is Away

kind of tired of re-reading this thing.

deciding whether I’m gonna go to see Guitar Shorty play next month

i wouldn’t have much of a problem with the kid across the street playing drums, if only he didn’t suck so much.

somehow, still not prepared for tonight’s class.
reading.

revising. rounding the bend toward the home stretch

turns out, when it comes to grilling homemade burgers, i kick ass.

grilling while my neighbors creepily watch me

re-reading stuff for class

searching for a good hamburger recipe

waiting to hear from the nonfiction editor of a lit. journal

somewhat kinda preparing for this week’s classes

gluten free crabcakes for dinner.
tomorrow– gluten free crab pizza.
tuesday– only eating mammals.

trying to find a dumpster so i can illegally dump the garbage from yesterday

getting the hell out of the house

my kitchen smells too much like the ocean.

honoring the veterans by not changing my routine at all.

now is probably as good a time as any to stop the crab-related away messages.

all crabbed out

someone’s getting bitten by a crab today. I just hope it ain’t me.

picking up $160 worth of crabs, then desperately trying to keep them alive until it’s time to cook