xx communicator; doing the work

tammy gomez fell by the li'l jam at the wreck room the other night. she's writing a poem every day this yr and pubbing them on her blog. she told me one of 'em ([poem 28) was inspahrd by something i wrote. i should only have her discipline and intentionality -- there's a lot more to do at the 'puter besides dinking on youtube, after all.

i got another cd-r from wes race that includes the stuff he cut with sumter bruton last fall. it's boss. need to get in touch with wes. (i think i saw him in a car turning onto hulen street from i-30 when i was coming home from the market the other day.) evabody needs to hear "mr. wes-ola's lucky number dream book."

figured out how we're gonna pub the wreck room book before it closes. now it's time to do the heavy lifting. and maybe find me a payday this month, too.