Ed and I played Burns Park Tournament Course. I scored 90, with nines of 41 and 49. ...My little half-brother John has multiple myeloma. I will drive the rocket car to St. Louis to see him tomorrow. I also look forward to seeing Lindsey and their children Evangeline, 17, Shepherd, 15, Clementine, 12, Juniper, 10, and Jamima, 8 (I have been working on those so that, hopefully, I will be able to call them by name tomorrow at c. 1 p.m., except that they all go by nicknames Eva, Shep, Clem, Juni, and Mimi. Fuck.). ...Hold on. Wait a minute. I went from this morning until three minutes ago, at 6:26 p.m., thinking today was Friday. Now I know it's Thursday. I will drive the rocket car to St. Louis the day after tomorrow, Saturday, which gives me an extra twenty-four hours to memorize Eva, 17, Shep, 15, Clem, 12, Juni, 10, and Mimi, 8. I have to give Richard credit. He had that all down three years before he died.
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