-Franz Kafka
"Investigations of a Dog"
Twenty-five years ago today:
August 13, 1985
Tuesday
Dale was not at work today.
At lunchtime I took a walk to Wilkes-Bashford. Bob Umland was not working (though I learned he does still work there). I ate at a place called THE HAVEN, then headed back to work.
Work was busy and hectic today. I had a brief talk with my boss, Stephanie Bautista.
“Stephanie, do you think I can get September 16th as a day off?”
“I’ll work on it,” Steph said affirmatively.
I could tell that she will arrange it (I think).
Beth, the lady who works at Personal Travel called me.
“I received your tickets, Mr. Armijo. I will send your flight tickets via Federal Express at once.”
“Oh great, Thank you,” I said to Beth happily.
The journey has begun.
Dale did not quit his driving position for that Escort Service yet. He was telling me about some Bachelor Party that he attended with Angel.
“By the way, I’ve spoken to Angel about you and I want you to meet her,” Dale announced.
Gulp.
I thought silently, “She’s NMT”. (Not My Type)
I went to the gym after work. I did my ‘Muscle Motion’ aerobic workout, too. I feel good.
"As we were sitting together, suddenly there came into her eyes a look that I had never seen there before. My lips moved towards hers. We kissed each other. I can't describe to you what I felt at that moment. It seemed to me that all my life had been narrowed to one perfect point of rose-coloured joy."
-Oscar Wilde
"The Picture of Dorian Gray"
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