I am pleased to let you know that I’ve found my PBI course, and I am already filling in the spaces of my know-ledge. Doo-wop! Bee-bop! I would like to see a Doo wop and a Bee bop one day. Finding a Bee that bops should be relatively easy, but I have no idea what a Doo is.
Oooh – I want to draw for you my collapsible baton with a taser and spear, but it will take some time cause I wanna make it look like an engineering-type drawing. Cool right!
Tomorrow is office day, and all week, every time I venture down to the basement, no machines are available. I might have to show up at the office naked. Fair warning.
Fortunately for me, I don’t have any troubles worth saving. Let’s go!
I wrote ten poems last May 2021; and seventeen in June 2020 (someone was doing a word prompt). Wow. I think my average is three or four a month. Sometimes I only wrote one and I may have missed some months there and here.
I go down to the basement for to meet a client and hopefully, there’s a machine free! All of a sudden Dre and Matt are “concerned” about the volume of random men coming and going from the apartment so now I gotta do all sex work in the laundry room. Talk about killing two birds with one stone. I might not have time to colour tonight.
Must invest in earplugs – I wake up at the slightest noise, only God knows what the boys are doing from about 1:00 am to 4:00 am.
Ex Machina Appleseed. Amen.