Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Phone Behind the Bed

On the twenty-seventh of July I quit typing at 10 and said goodnight.  I watched TV until midnight.  At some point there was a lost phone behind the bed.  I was sleeping until 555 and then rode over to Lake Merced with my friend.  We had to hop a curb at the end of Sunset.  On Font she had to take her jacket off.  I said bye at DC and she took a train to the Mission and I had a boring ride to the shuttle.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

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