Hmmm. Well, I had a busy week of commie furlough planned, but I've noticed La Principessa's tendency towards emotional breakdowns every 72 hours or so can make maintaining schedules difficult.
Spent a lot of time helping La Principessa with her article on the UE strike and her "lead-off" on the labor movement for her weekly Branch Meeting. Had fun at the latter, talked commie talk, sold some books, squabbled, had Mexican. Found editing La Principessa to be an interesting experience. I secretly fancy myself a better writer than her, but she's got a Master's in English and is very stubborn. She kept putting back all the weak wordings (language-wise, not commie-) that I had struck (??--stricken? Hey, I didn't say I was a great writer!).
Did a paper sale on Saturday in a Queens Metro station. I sold five papers in an hour. The whole branch can go a couple of months before we sell five in New Hampshire! Man, I love cities!
Then, last three nights in a row, boom! She keeps having bad days, so I blow off commie plans to hang around the house, smoke weed and have sex. It's a real drag, lemme tell ya. And what can make La Principessa have a bad day? You name it--a stern lecture from her vice-principal, a tense UFT delegate assembly, my not having enough orgasms (she speculated that her ratio of climaxes to mine is 8:1, he modestly added). Like I said, a drag. On the plus, though, my cooking's getting better, I've gotten a bit of reading done and I've listened to a lot of Gong.