de fuerzas heteroclitas
i never had the strength to buy provisions last night, so there was nothing to eat for breakfast. there was also nothing to carry with me as a lunch. but i didn't blame myself of the previous night. you can't blame someone for refusing to go to the grocery store right after getting out of a 10-hour day of work. the entire atmosphere was leaden and this infused to my body while i slept. when i sleep the lead diffuses into my body because of the concentration gradient. other than waking, bathing and shaving, i couldn't be trusted to do anything useful in the house, so i took Bird, Steward & Lightfoot's, Transport Phenomena, a perennial best-seller, and eight dollars with me.
On the street I passed a woman, and after I passed her, she said my name. This was about to turn into a situation, because I didn't know who she was. I heard myself saying, "Dinah?" I don't know where this came from, but that was in fact her name. I only remembered her name. We talked about law school and I remembered that she was the girl from Azerbaijan with an identical twin sister, and I also learned that her boyfriend had left her that very morning. She was in a good mood, all things considered.
Some of the eight dollars I used to buy a bagel with cream cheese and a cup of coffee. I had heard that coffee makes you alert and more productive. I thought that my condition was more particular, it was a case of letting the lead slowly diffuse out into the morning and afternoon air. Night air has lead in it, and especially early morning air. I drank the coffee then went to my first appointment. A gentleman came to me with a problem he had about this film of newtonian liquid that was flowing along the inner walls of a pipe, through the center of which a gas was flowing. You might think this problem is boring, but if people weren't able to solve it, there would be no such thing as affordable petroleum products. It was a serious problem indeed. Whether it was by the gravity of the problem, or the caffeine, I became alert.
One of my clients later in the day explained to me the practice of "making it rain," wherein a drug dealer or a wastrel brings several thousand dollars worth of one dollar bills, wrapped in clear plastic, and throws them in the about twenty at a time, so that they "rain" onto the stage.
My sister was in town and I met her so that she could watch me eat a hamburger, french fries, and two pints of india pale ale. She said that she was doing lobbying at the capitol. We discussed bingham fluids, passivization in French, and collateralized debt obligations.
I will buy groceries tonight. I want to make a oaxacan chicken recipe that I came upon by hazard when I googled "country boys eat cold chicken" in order to settle an argument.

