Friday, March 3, 2017
Jesus--I look like Kilroy in this picture. I shouldn't show it. It is not a fair representation. But Ili likes it. She says that the bump is my sunglasses, but I think she is wrong. This is how I will appear in my dreams, now. Kilroy.
I don't feel like writing about Cuba today. I would have to go process pictures and I don't have time. The day is beautiful with sun and cool air that will become warmish, so I think I will leave work early today.
A friend is leaving for Paris in a week to be a flaneur. That is all I want to do. I wish I had majored in Flaneurship. I am envious.
Why does Ili like that picture? She has some deep-seated hatred for me, surely. Quelle domage.
Such a pity. Oh, well. Selavy.