The Stranger

I need to get a chef’s coat for work.

I’ve never owned a chef’s coat before.

I had the misfortune of doing my usual beat today but having no money for a cup of cold brew. Which, I wasn’t too shocked about, given my recent burning through of funds.

Hopefully this new job works out. I’m so tired of scraping the bottom of the barrel. I’m tired of constantly asking my dad for more money. I’m so glad I quit the sauce.

There’s a new Billy Joel doc produced by Tom Hanks on HBO that’s really good. I wonder if my friends back home have watched it yet.

I found a baby iguana in my room. I named him Billy Joel, or Captain Jack, I can’t quite decide.

I’m a hermit this weekend. Partially because I’m broke and partially because I need it, with everyone out of town this weekend. I’ll be less grumpy when they get back.

My list of books keeps growing. In addition to the Clint Eastwood biography and the Simone de Beauvoir, I want to get Crash by JG Ballard and some Camus. I really ought to find a used bookstore around here.

I need a cigarette.