supposed to rain

Siri Activates, Records & Mishears

And they say:

OK, I call Panini. 

I got potatoes. 

I got some blueberries. 

I got some popcorn and chips and a little dessert type thing.

I would’ve gotten it the day that I came to do the oil change but I couldn’t get anything cold. I didn’t know how long it would be, right?; so now you’re not doing anything until Saturday afternoon. 

I’ll do laundry. 

Give me a chance I have the bike I bought at Walmart of all things that had white lightning—a  degreaser and and lubricant that they sell at REI for $16. They had it for nine dollars so I bought it. I degraded and lubricated the bike put the fenders back on what for a ride. 

Nothing perfect sounds perfect!

Brakes are working?

Don’t know?

It’s supposed to rain tomorrow. 

You’re gonna have to have a reminder for myself without picking up the prescription. I called the pharmacy and I said I may not come till Saturday and she’s like that’s fine. It’ll still be here cause I don’t know if we’re gonna get it tomorrow.

I’ll make a point of going to get it for you tomorrow, you don’t have to deal with it and we won’t deal with it on Saturday. 

I’ll drop you off here and get the mail open at seven on Monday through Friday 7 AM to 8 PM.

I was wondering if you want to go to rose tomorrow for wine and cheese…

Whine? Oh, jeez, I think it’s recording our conversation…

What I’m Reading:

Turn off the factories, ground the airplanes, stop the mining, junk the cars. But they won’t, and even if they did, it would still be a catastrophe. It’s going to break wide open. Within the next couple of years, David, it’s going to break. . .There’s going to be the biggest bust since man began scratching marks on rocks, that’s what!

— Kate Wilhelm / Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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