when it's glass eyes i blue formica halo

yesterday i remember i crawled out of bed this is easy because it is just a matress on the floor, then i went to my sitting couch and something clicked and i got fired up with some sort of angry anxiety so i flipped through cd binders and spindles and threw about a hundred cd's on the ground then put them all in the trash, then i washed all the clothing in the house and made a pizza with some discarded dough i had forgotten about the night before. i used a technique to simulate the pizzeria oven that almost worked. heat the oven to 500F and put a big dish of water inside and the water vapor will improve heat transfer while making the crust crunchier. bake 6 minues or so until the crust puffs up, then turn on the broiler until it gets brown. the next step is to line my oven with refractory brick. i kept pacing back and forth until duylinh brought me to have lunch with her cousin and husband the alleged swingers on the condition that she would explain to them about my haircut as soon as we met. they have a five year old child that only likes blonde girls and mexican girls dancing on the telemundo variety shows so his mother was trying to point out pretty girls with brown or black hair to him.

even supercuts couldn't fix my hair. so last night i was willing to try anything. agnes, full of polish meat balls, egusi, green label and sangria declared that she could easily fix my hair, she had seen her friend do something like this before and she waved her hands around. i says ok but you can't make it worse. kirk says agnes aren't you drunk? i says as long as you don't make it worse and don't cut my ears or my eyes. so she set off like some kind of tornado that was pulling my hair and ripping it out with the aid of manicure scissors and people were looking over and saying ok make that side shorter to match the other one now wait the other side is off balance. but somehow in the end it looked good, better than that fool supercuts.

i have been made assistant photo editor for some manuscript: "Christianity and Social Change in Africa: Essays in Honor of J. D. Y. Peel" so i have to read the manuscript and find appropriate photos, mostly by googling them. i can't afford to throw away any more cd's so i need to keep working

finished transcribing the first third of my journal. some parts amused me:

There are cholitas running around in pretty colorful dresses, and the dresses look too nice and clean for them to be begging of tourists out of necessity. One asks me for a peso and I give her a bolillo I had bought for the occasion and she rewards me with a smile. Everyone here is so short. Walking back from the square I notice I'm moving faster than the cars on these narrow streets. Classes in computation and English, fish in aquariums. A Chinese restaurant I see ... and opening an Authentic Chinese restaurant here. She mentioned me on her weblog hoping my birthday went well. It has been nearly a year since we've seen eachother. I should go visit her in the spring. I got to update the weblog at an internet cafe and it was a good one, with a high-speed connection. I chat with a lot of people. I want to try the black tortillas and I want to stay in this town longer. Though I wouldn't feel right unless I had a flat to stay in and some people I could be around. Maybe with that Chinese restaurant scheme I'd be happy for a while and my nerves would be calm and I wouldn't have to travel anymore. Tomorrow is rising in time to beat the sun to the horizon, and I'll get a ride to Comitan and la Mesilla well I'll just keep going until I'm in Tata's custody or Guatemalan custody or someone's custody