This sounds like from around January of 2023, and on one of those magical nights when nobody yelled "Freebird!" during the performance.
It's Tuesday and I am set to go and sell my plasma; first I might call Keshaun, whose number I have been given by Jacob about 5 weeks ago now, it seems..
Keshaun wants to do a video interview of me as a documentary. That is what his major is, as he is a college aged black guy who met Jacob through the First Baptist of Kenner church or some other way...
I had the flu-like thing for about 3 weeks before my lungs cleared back to the point of a moderate smoker's rather than a moderate smoker who can't hold down a puff of tobacco without being racked by a coughing fit...
Also, there were times when I was thinking Keshaun might ask "How about a little later on today we get together," when, at the time, I might have been on 2 hours of sleep over the past day...
They are still working out the bugs in the audio.com feature of the Audacity sound editor. I wasn't able to upload a photo to go along with the above song, although this time I was able to add a "category" and a "description." The bug probably has to do with the app being allowed access to the files on my laptop, or not.
What Daniel's Reading
I get a few minutes in while waiting for the street car, then about 8 more minutes while on the thing; then more time waiting for the #62 bus, and a full 40 minutes or so riding each way on that rickety old jalopy. I managed to finish "A Visit From The Good Squad," by Jennifer Egan that way; a book that I am actually going to read again because of her asynchronous way of plotting her stories, something that was a factor in her having won a Pulitzer Prize or something for that book.
I'll have to read it again because I kind of skimmed over some earlier sections because I didn't know that later on I would care about the characters being portrayed years before most of the action of the story is set...
I can see why Philip Roth is so highly regarded as a writer, and Jennifer Egan, for that matter.
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