Picked her up at Newark after her flight was delayed an hour. Didn't get home 'til 1 AM, and sat at the kitchen table eating our McDonald's drive-thru meals. She had the Quarter Pounder; I'm a Big Mac Man.
Anyway, you'll forgive no entry today? Good. Tomorrow, I'll review the new Paul McCartney CD, which I picked up at Starbucks and listened to on the drive to Newark.
D.
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That last sentence is one of the most strangely moving, and at the same time disturbing, that I've ever read.
Say hi to Yesenia for me.
Which? The drive to Newark? Or the Big Mac?
"Tomorrow, I'll review the new Paul McCartney CD, which I picked up at Starbucks and listened to on the drive to Newark."
It has a prose-poem-like quality.
Too bad the album doesn't...
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