Acorns

I am once again back in El Desk Chair, dreading going to work tomorrow, or, ever again. If I could do anything right now it would be to grab some of my shit, strut over to the train station and buy myself a ticket to Southern Italy. To just get the fuck out of town, distance myself as far as I can from work and my apprenticeship, meet Skipper in some sort of fishing town, play backgammon, eat some calamari and smoke some Dolce. THAT is a happy thought. It kills me that I can't have that, and that I am going to wake up at five tomorrow morning to go work for a family I despise.

Today is Dr. Sylvia's birthday, so a shout-out to her. She's a ballsy one, that Sylvia, and I like her a lot. Happy Birthday MOM!

Ok, tonight's highlight:

"Although he was rarely seen studying, Ernesto's classmates in Alta Gracia unanimously noted his quickness in class. But he didn't show a competitive urge for grades, which were usually mediocre."

CHE GUEVARA: A Revolutionary Life, Jon Lee Anderson
(highlight: yellow, thick line)