backforthmenu Maybe Tomorrow. Spent most of today asleep to evade depression. I avoided taking the car in for repairs. Avoided Natas when he was late—taped the artwork to the door and left on a drive with no destination that landed me a block away for a meal of rice and a hamburger patty. “I’m sorry sir... there’s no rice left.” How do you run out of rice? Back home I slept more and avoided a knock at the door. The phone rang and rang. Work is due, work is due. Oh well, maybe tomorrow. 11/7/91