2004-11-09 - 6:23 p.m.

I am alive. I am being paid to watch the television. This in itself doesn’t mean I have no time to write in my diary, but it does mean I have no time to go out and do things which I can write about in my diary. There’s only so many domestic insect-related entries anyone can stand.

Some of them were:

The Doors, “Peace Frog”
The Monkees, “Long Title”
The Beatles, “And Your Bird Can Sing”
The Count Five, “Pretty Big Mouth”
Jefferson Airplane, “Somebody to Love”
Sam the Sham and The Pharoahs, “Woolly Bully”
The Kinks, ‘”She’s Got Everything”
The Kingsmen “Louie Louie”
Shirley Ellis, “The Clapping Song”
John Kay and The Sparrow, “Green Bottle Lover”
The Moving Sidewalks, “99th Floor”
Nancy Sinatra, “These Boots Are Made for Walking”
The Sparkles, “Ain’t No Friend of Mine”
Bob Dylan, ‘Maggies Farm”
Billy Nicholls, “Girl From New York”
The Rolling Stones, “Satisfaction”
The Bobby Fuller Four, “I Fought The Law”

NB: I am visible on at least one of these photos. I am not waving. If I am on the second picture, I do not have breasts. Abby goes to her night class on a day after Wednesday, but Burt is studying a language and drives either a black or red car. NBPS: Oh yeah, it's not like it's difficult, my picture's on my profile.

Profilage - Previosity - Nextitude