>DIARY - 02/29/04 by Lloyd Davies
>Eight-thirty in the morning is just too early for an eunuch to
>be up, especially for a church meeting. I could barely think,
>but what else is new? I thought that it might have been because
>I didn't have my pot of coffee yet. But, in actuality, I have
>been displaying symptoms of attention deficit, inability to
>retain material and so forth. I'm losing it. When I finally got
>home I made a pot of coffee in my broken Mr. Coffee I got at the
>flea market. I put my half-and-half in as usual and took a sip.
>Whoa Nellie! The creamer was spoiled. That clunker of a
>refrigerator the HUD Roach Motel said came with my apartment
>must be on the fritz. Needless to say, the coffee tasted bad. It
>was the sinister force at play again, toying with the ol'
>eunuch! Speaking of eunuch, I don't even know what possessed me
>last night to think I needed a babe. Was it the sinister force,
>you think? That sinister force is something, isn't it? It is
>toying with my sanity and making me think about babes so that I
>will forget about becoming a monk. That's the beauty of it all,
>too. That sinister force is clever. It knows that a loser like
>myself only needs to be tempted by thoughts of babes, so it will
>never need to tempt me with real babes. And, yes! This is the
>same sinister force that G. Gordon Liddy referred to in the
>Watergate hearings! I'll probably put a lighter to my arm pretty
>soon, too. I have all these splotches on them from carrying
>those hot pizza boxes.
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"Everything that rises must converge"