It's from Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49.
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Just took a call from a guy named Dick Blood.
Just had my appointment with a neurosurgeon today and I'm having back surgery in two weeks. I've had a herniated disc for 4 months now and no amount of medication or physical therapy is making it better. It'll be my first surgery but I just want the pain to stop so I'm fine with it.
Nice maintenance guy at work just showed me how to change the headlight bulb in my car. I have mad skills now.
My higher ups are having a meeting. My cube is right next to it. I could hear them talking about what a great movie The American President was, Charlie Sheen's scandal, and reality rehab shows. These people make 4-5 times my salary.
Then again, I'm browsing Match-Cut.