less than a fortnight and I'll be in England.
soon I shall be in Duluth for a few days
my life is an exciting mess of uncompleted tasks. tonight I was in Barnes and Noble and ran into Karl. then Josh showed up.
it was far gayer than SD had any right to be.
it is possible to be congenial and say hello, even to Josh. who knew? I worry that he has nicer clothes than me, but then I realize he's a terrible person, or was at least. there's more to life than nice clothes.
Vonnegut says the secret to love is to smile a lot and wear nice clothes.
my favorite brown courds now have a giant hole in the butt. c'est la vie. or, more accurately, so it goes.
po-tweet-tweet (good luck exploring the infinite abyss)