contemplativeI got up this morning around 6 o'clock AM. I got up made a pot of coffee and ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Next I messed with our main computer and then afterwards wrote in my paper diary. I read some of this book this morning, "The Proud Highway: Saga Of A Desperate Southern Gentleman 1955-1967" THE FEAR AND LOATHING LETTERS, VOLUME ONE by Hunter S. Thompson. After reading for awhile I decided to doze in the living room. When I woke up it was around 10:30 AM. I cleaned the kitchen and fed the birds. I took a chill pill and decided to leave the house to visit thrift stores to look for used books to ADD to our library. I found these used book today-
"Ransom" a novel by Jay McInerney
"Leave It To Me" a novel by Bharati Mukherjee
"The Dream Songs" poetry by John Berryman [The only complete one-volume edition of 77 Dream Songs [Pulitzer Prize] and His Toy, His Dream, His Rest [National Book Award]]
"Black Elk Speaks" biography by John G. Neihardt (The Legendary "Book Of Visions" Of An American Indian)
"Alibis: Essays On Elsewhere" by Adre Aciman
"The Prague Cemetery" a novel by Umberto Eco
"The Hermit in the Garden: From Imperial Rome to Ornamental Gnome" by Gordon Campbell
"Love Thy Neighbor: A Story Of War" memoir by Peter Maass
"Drink: A Social History Of America" by Andrew Barr
"When Will There Be Good News?" a novel by Kate Atkinson
"Sacrifice" Crime Fiction by Andrew Vachss
"The Highly Civilized Man: Richard Burton And The Victorian World" biography by Dane Kennedy
While I was out visiting thrift stores I stopped at an Office Supply store to get computer ink, pens, and paper. Then I came home to eat lunch and wait for the end of the American Empire. Nothing came in the mail to make me feel blissful. I suppose I will close to drift. I am fading fast. There is not way of escape.