Everyday Yeah one-thousand three-hundred and ninety-seven

Tonight it became late. Yeah called in sick. He got pneumonia and died. I spent the evening watching ‘my super ex-girlfriend’. Uma Thurman falls in love with a fat guy named Luke, but he loves Anna Faris and then Uma touches a rock and Anna Faris becomes a superhero and I got tired so I belted a stuffed animal named ‘lopsided’ to my head and took a picture and then went to bed. The next day I let a twinkle buzz inside my phone until I woke up and shut off my alarm. The downstairs kitchen ground my face until the jar of orange juice was empty. For breakfast I may drink lemonade and tea out of a cereal bowl. I will count the number of honey-nut cheerios I eat. It will be somewhere less than three-hundred. I’ll probably sit in an automobile for an hour. Then I’ll look at the ocean and eat some French fries and fall asleep on the automobile ride home. It will become late again. Maybe I’ll watch that movie about the guy who fed ham to his grandmother’s pet.