I got up this morning around 6:05 AM. I woke up because I heard Carol come home from work. She worked from Midnight till 5 o'clock AM this morning. She now works Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Isn't life fun. So I got up and made myself some oatmeal. Carol did not want any oatmeal this morning, so I made only enough for me. I do not eat in the mornings a large portion of oatmeal. I am not a big fan of oatmeal. I eat oatmeal because that is all there is to eat in the morning that gives me the illusion I will not gain weight. I starve myself believing I will one day be skinny and youthful. Whereas in reality I am an old fat bald man who is about to die.
Carol went to bed around 7 o'clock AM. I messed with our main computer, listened to The Jam on my portable CD player and wrote some shit in my paper diary. I am not in the mood to read this morning anything. So I am here writing in my online diary Crookedfingers. It feels like I have been up for hours and hours.
I have no plans for the day ahead of me. Existence will go by without me anyway so why do anything?
Last night I basically read till bedtime from a book titled, 'Stream System: The Collected Short Fiction Of Gerald Murnane'. I also read yesterday from these books when not wandering around and around a deep hole-
'Can You Forgive Her?' a novel by Anthony Trollope
'Protestants: The Faith That Made The Modern World' by Alec Ryrie
'Left Bank: Art, Passion, and the Rebirth of Paris, 1940-50' by Agnes Poirier
'Jean Cocteau: A Life' biography by Claude Arnaud
'Pablo Picasso: His Life And Times' A Biography by Pierre Cabanne Translated from the French by Harold J. Salemson
Well I suppose I will close to sit and wait.
" For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ; that every one may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad.
 Knowing therefore the terror of the Lord, we persuade men; but we are made manifest unto God; and I trust also are made manifest in your consciences." 2 Corinth. 5:10,11