The Federal Reserve
raised the risk of an economic downturn,
from which I decided to take an unusual
step yesterday myself, as I backed
into a women care with my PT Cruiser,
which unfortunately makes the driver totally
blind while looking through the back window, in
the dark, in the Safeway parking lot,
borrowing directly from the Fed, not really,
but wish I could since my daughter had totalled
her Lexus on Pajaro Street, down the block
from Foster's Freeze. The sudden action also
suggests that the nation's central bankers
were worried that a major industrial institution, entertainment, financial, the market place, K Mart,
McDonalds, Salvation Army, some red army
ants, and Hollywood our institutions might fail and
I will have to borrow from the Feds, to keep
our Social Security System from borrowing from
the Democratic Party, which would cause them
to not be able to help me retire, save ten
thousand kitties, or Louis Uchitelle, who writes
for the New York Times, from the financial quivering mountain which has swallowed up at least
six coal miners, and much of my savings in an attempt to put three kids through college and retire in seven years, eight months, and one week.

Open house tonight,
my TA told the class sixth period that I was
gay, and I like black men in prison.

He asked me today if I was mad at him,
and I told him I don't get mad, just even.

I need to get some pictures exposed for my
bulletin board, but I'm too tired to drive
through the streets before the open house
to find a store for that purpose, for which
I would have to drive again through the streets
after talking to six periods of parents, and
talk about grades, a field trip to New York,
and other attempts to drive their grades up through
extra credit.

The Yankees won today,
and I let my fifth period
listen to the ending,
5 to nothing,
over the Red Sox,
in which I gave them twenty
points just for listening to them win.