I am not cooking dinner tonight.

It was a day of slight irritation for some reason. I enjoyed moments of work but then I began to listen to something interesting. "Cheech" the coke-snorting asshole who was hired for his looks and hasn't been fired was talking to a customer today and I listened in as he spoke. I was on the otherside of a bookshelf so I could enjoy the moment. He is a grade-A con artist. The man hands out the charm like it is a free sample at Costco. Yet there is such a false tone to it that it irritates me beyond all belief. He seems rather intent these days on trying to win me over like he can with most females and it just isn't working. He kind of makes me think of Robert Downey Jr. in the opening scenes of "Pick-up Artist". He oozes smarm.
Can't stand the smarm. Just can't.

Such is my day. I tried to buy the newspaper tonight and I gave up after the kiosk ate my coins. Fuck you kiosk. fuck you.

I finished the last of the Collette stories I had been reading. Now to read more things. Maybe I will read Proust this year. Or not.