Wednesday, February 05, 2003

I don't remember how often Mom had us wax the floors, but it was one of the few chores I actually liked. Not the waxing itself, not the buffing. But the sliding on the floors when I was done. Mine probably need another coat before I can skate on them, but I can't wait. To slide. As you only can on freshly waxed floors. There were men digging a huge hole down to the sewer behind Tim's place today. Big holes in the ground, construction sites, old buildings. Sliding on floors. I don't know if anyone ever loses fascination with those, because I sure haven't. Are most people just pretending to be adult? Forgetting to be human as a result. Tomorrow, I turn 34. 8:06am. Rockford, Illinois. Swedish American Hospital. And I am awake, like Rip Ben Winkle. After what seems like much, much much too much time in bed. But my slumber has refreshed me, beyond any night of sleep. 10:26:36 PM

Wow. I feel like I've just joined some secret society. While it makes sense, because I would not have invested money in Syzygy this year if I didn't know that those expenditures are deductible, the tax benefits of being incorporated. Astound me. I doubled my refund, simply by doing a schedule C. I'm no Leona Helmsley, but this is so nice. Going from an anticipated refund of nothing. To a refund of $2,500. And that's having lost much of my financial data, July and earlier. I did my deductions very conservatively. If it's in by tomorrow, which the federal refund should be, I think a birthday night at Sekisui is called for. As one of the cooks says about pot, "it's good, it's a gift, it's our right." I feel the same way about toro. Thank god there's some good stuff again in St. Louis. Unless my olfactory memory of my east coast experience has faded. 3:32:48 PM

The monkey man continues to give me delight, lit up so brightly every night. My system is much better at handling beer and wine and scotch. Not all sugar chains are made alike. 10:04:41 AM