writing my slim book of poetry

I was going to finish writing my slim book of poetry yesterday, but I spent the afternoon finishing up my “summer” reading list instead. This over cast weather seems to work for some of my friends, but I miss sunlight. I’m beginning to fade, unlike my hair, which is not fading. I think I’m going for a purple streak next. After reading so much Victorian Era stuff, though, I’m really tempted to undertake some redecorating around the trailer. I feel a need for doilies. Lots of them. Going to be a busy afternoon, first it was a lunch then it was seeing Bubba for a minute which — as always — turned into an ordeal, we were discussing various religious systems at a Chinese Restaurant, “Which one sacrifices virgins?” I asked. “The frats, over on campus,” was his reply. Then dinner with my lawyer, as she made an illegal turn, she commented on me not being worried, “Of course not,” I replied, “I’m with my lawyer.” Do I have too much faith in the legal system?