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A Farewell Letter to Viagra guy: Good bye, Viagra guy. Congrats, good luck at your new job! I sure as hell am glad you got hired on somewhere else. I do not envy your new coworkers. Oh, hurrah, I shall never have to listen to you again at 8am on a Monday morning trying to […]

I used to make fun of my roommate, Jenn, for the number of books she kept on her queen-sized bed. Last time she cleaned it off, she came back with a count upwards of 50 hiding in the sheets. Now that I’ve switched from a single to a queen and shoved everything into a much

“my view is that writers need to go everywhere. You need to put your hands into as many pieces of life as you can. You’ve got to go to the whorehouse or the ball game or the prison or the nightclub, it doesn’t matter. You’ve got to go everywhere. Because otherwise you don’t know enough.”

I am so tired. Wow, it’s only Wednesday!

Rick Moody, author of literay book The Ice Storm, had some advance copies go out for his new book, The Diviner. The cover was a “garishly illustrated blaze-orange cover depicting a shirtless, Conan the Barbarian-type warrior standing atop a mountain peak, a shield in one hand and a forked branch lofted, spearlike, in the other.”

More head-rolling shall ensue, I’m sure. (thanks, Eli!)

I am awake, sort of. I am alive, sort of. My morning routine just isn’t working out anymore. New house rules involve making sure to wipe down all counters, clean out the drain in the morning, close the shower curtain, medicine cabinent, and toilet seat, and trying to do all of that and make breakfast

Cooking some dinner for roommates and guest, got in some good time at the gym, good books have arrived, need to prep for tomorrow and get some sleep. Also, currently reading Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. Quite fun.

Sorted things out this weekend. It was a pretty shotgun of a week, and I had roommate stuff and relationship stuff to work out. The house is stocked up with victuals once again, we’ve got a week-night cooking schedule worked out, and I’m feeling level-headed enough to get back to the gym (I only went

Sam Adams sucks. Negra Modelo is still the Best.