Garage Door to the Underworld

You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls
You wear sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away
Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?
You're so beautiful
With an edge and charm
but so careful
When I'm in your arms
Cause you're working
Building a mystery
-Sara McLaughlin

Sabado!

Taught from 9-13:00. It went very well. There's a few things i need to tweek in the course, but not bad for a first roll of the dice. It sounded so impressive - i was like who the fuck wrote this?

Candidly, a big part of grad school was learning the fancy buzz words that get a CEO's panties in a knot (Many CEO's, not just the women, wear panties. They like to be submissive in their sex lives because they have to be so aggressive in their jobs).

Then I took Kristen out to comida at the great Italian restaurant on Calle Horteleza in Cheuca. The waiter's shirt said FUCK DEEP, FIERY SEX. Then he forgot to place our order.

"Fiery sex?" i said. "Is that like when you have the clap? If sex burns, there's a problem."

Then we went to the Reina Sophia to see the permanent collection. Mama mia! Miro, Dali and of course the Picasso's that are there permanently, like Guernica. It was really cool.

Now i am back at home wondering what i'm going to do this evening. We shall see. Very cool today (18). Life is good.

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The following story is true. And do please remember; if Woody had gone straight to the police, none of this would have happened.

I talked to La Profesora yesterday and she was in the hospital Miercoles noche! It appeared she had an infection, didn't treat it, and the infection got into her bloodstream. So she went to the hospital and now is on some mega-antibiotics. Are you kidding me? You've got to take better care of yourself than that.

"You can sure pick crazy women, Pops." Kristen said.

Call it a gift, I guess.