06.11.06 - 1:43 p.m.

Tomorrow's my birthday but it feels like today. With my attempts to find some manual labor this morning thwarted, I left Z with the digital phone man and set off for downtown. The diffuse sunlight was hanging in space and passing through buildings like an incandescent vampire too big to see.

It's Sunday, so the Sunday breakfast revellers were out. The early-rise couples were power-walking about. And I was wandering into a thrift store I suddenly remembered I had a credit at, buying a sweater I'm sure Maegan M owns too, and having a religious experience when a certain Pinback song comes on. That song sends me down a chute to my old room in the Action Lab every time. Down there I'm making a landscape painting with a van and the seashore and an orange tree late at night.

When I got home a new era in communication had begun. Now we can call any of our stateside associates for no money, as well as Europe and 7 Asia Pacific countries. Is anyone goin on a trip? We'll call you in Poland!

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