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April 28, 2019:

MY LATE-NIGHT WONT

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Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to music, as is my late-night wont these days.  My Late-Night Wont – that’s the title of my next novel.  I gotta tell you.  What is they say?  What is they say?  What am I, Ukranian all of a sudden?  What is it they say?  Saturday night is the loneliest night of the week.  Why do they say that?  I, for example, am not lonely.  I am enjoying the company of my very own self, oh, yes, I am enjoying the company of my very own self.  Me and my very own self have been having a high old time and we haven’t even smoked the marijuana cigarettes.  They’re legal now, you know.  But I don’t give a flying Wallenda because I hate such things as marijuana and other things of that ilk.  I don’t need such things as the marijuana or the cocaine or the uppers or the downers or the heroin.  I have never owned a bong, a pipe, papers in which to roll the marijuana, a cutesy little razor around my neck, I have never had one long fingernail, I don’t own a syringe – I’m clean, baby.  What the HELL am I talking about.  I do believe I went off on a tangent for reasons that aren’t entirely clear to me. But I’m clean, baby, I’m clean, and don’t you forget it.

Yesterday had one extremely pleasant surprise but was otherwise just another Saturday and Saturday night.  I was up at eleven, after about seven hours of sleep.  I did some work on the computer and then I moseyed on over to pick up something that needed picking up.  I then moseyed on over to the mail place, where I got the pleasant surprise – not the envelope I’ve been waiting for, but an envelope from the DGA – I really haven’t made sense of it yet, but there was a nice little check inside. I honestly don’t know what it’s for but I have to read the paper it came with.  I did know something was coming because they called me and said they’d gotten some stuff returned to them.  This was the pension office – apparently when you change your address on the DGA site, you have to do that separately for the pension office.  I had no idea.  So, I gave him my new address and voila, this showed up.  The check is dated April 1, so obviously it took that long to get back to them.  These things make me very nervous in terms of wondering what other things I may have missed. I also picked up a few packages.

I went from there and put the check in the bank – it was very crowded with only two tellers, so I was there for about twenty minutes. After that, I couldn’t make up my mind about food.  I didn’t want to sit in a restaurant, I wasn’t in the mood for Subway or Taco Bell, so I ended up at McDonald’s, just because I happened to be passing it.  I got my new usual things for eight bucks, came home and ate them up (about 1200 calories or thereabouts).  Then I listened to music, then Grant came by and hung a picture for me.  At some point, I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I watched the first half of a French motion picture from France entitled Le Seins de Glace, un film de George Lautner, starring one Alain Delon.  It’s kind of a typical 1970s French thriller, in which little makes sense, people behave strangely, but accompanied by a nice score, in this case one by Philipe Sarde. I’ll finish it up tonight, I’m sure.

After that, I was really hungry, so I made about three ounces of pasta and put some red sauce on it and that was very good.  Probably 300 calories, so a 1500 calorie day, which is still fine.  Then I listened to yet more music.

Today, I will go try to be helpful in the Monica of Santa at noon o’clock.  After however long that takes, then I’ll have a meal down that way, then come home.  I have to write the blurb for the next two releases and get those audio samples chosen, and I have to write the liner notes, too, along with the additional commentary, which I can cut and paste from past shows, so that won’t take but a moment.  I think we’ll be announcing Tuesday at midnight, although I really wanted to do announce tonight at midnight, but that’s just a little too much of a rush.

Tomorrow is our first Kritzerland rehearsal.  Tuesday, I have one brief rehearsal with our guest star, so I can hear the arrangements of her two songs, so I can make sure I’ve placed them optimally.  Wednesday will also be one thirty-minute pick-up rehearsal for one singer who can’t make it tomorrow.  Thursday is our second rehearsal, Saturday is our stumble-through, and then Sunday is sound check and show.  Then two days later we play our revue at Vitello’s.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, try to be helpful, sup, come home, write blurbs (I may try to do that tonight before going to sleep), write additional commentary, write liner notes, prepare audio samples, and then relax.  Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them.  So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as is another of my late-night wonts.

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