Day Three: Actually Day Four

My favorite teacher in high school, Dr. Bates, was the first teacher I had who ever gave us any practical tips on studying that made sense to me. He taught us how to take notes, how to study those notes, even when and where to study when you got home. Ha! He went so far as to give us handouts that detailed what good study habits were. Ironically, I think that was one of the few handouts, probably the only one he passed out, that I read following his instructions: at my desk, with good lighting, at what was to be my scheduled study time for the rest of the year. Never happened again.

I tell you about all this because I broke one of the cardinal rules of working or studying at home, which is not to work in bed. It doesn't matter how much you read or study in bed, your brain associates that place most readily with sleep (Unless you are a ladies man. In which case, the only thing you should expect is nothing less than 13 or 14.. Oop! Back to the bloggin'). So what did I do, last night? I crawled into bed, wrote about two sentences, and passed the hell out. Well done.

Thus, yesterday's writing, completed today at 5:00 P.M.

Daily Goal: 1667

Today's (actually June 24th's) Word Count: 1967

Surplus/Deficit: +300

J.W.B Account Holdings: 730

No pictures, today. My killer looks haven't changed that much in a day. However, as for an excerpt, why not? For those of you who are interested, I will be taking early orders very soon, a skajillion bucks a pop. The price is only going up from here on out. Think about it.

“Dude, did you email him yet?” he asked, more than a little heat in his voice.
“Who?” Joe asked, rolling down the window as he climbed into the big black truck, lighting a cigarette.
“Al. The guy who found my journal, remember? I was wondering if you-“
“Oh man, I’m sorry, I completely forgot! I’ve been getting ready to go to Spain, and get things in order to go to California when I get back. I’ll do it today, I promise. What is today, anyway?”
“It’s Tuesday.”
“Sorry, it’s just that your truck smelled like the weekend, like good times, you know?”
“You mean like cigarette smoke?”
“Yeah, that was the basis of the smell back then, I guess.”
“You are smoking a cigarette now,” he observed, “That could have something to do with it.”
“That is true,” Joe answered. “I guess that means we only used to smoke on the weekends, huh?”
“I guess,” he said, lighting up his own smoke, taking a draw, and exhaling the blue gray smoke through the open window. “I can’t believe I lost that journal almost three years ago, and now it’s back in my life, again. It’s insane.”

Day Four's allotment will be up later today.