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Morning. Hungry. I'll be eating pop tarts again soon. I should be grateful for that as I barely scraped up the 65 cents between my wallet and top desk drawer. Glancing over at the coffee cup...Disgusting. Red clotted lipstick all around the top and the whole white mug, stained a dingy thick tar. ...what's another day.

Art with Kirk...well...I worked on art. Kirk wasn't feeling it. Something about prostrate problems. Something about needing a man doctor. With soft hands. Long fingers. That's what he said anyway. It really bothering him...and so, no work. All doubt. All fumbling....