I didn't die. Nobody died.

Or at least not on my behalf.

I did the drive to Arizona thing. It was mostly fun. Completely ridiculous (in every conceivable definition), and totally educational. I still have pictures to post.

I'm not delivering the details because I wrote them in a notebook, and that's what its all about. It was a giant creative crap, which is to say that I am no longer creatively constipated. Now its more of a matter of eating less creative cheese.

Jesus Christ, that was a disgusting metaphor.

I'm updating from Matt's computer at his apartment. He works today. Nobody's calling me back, so I'm just sitting here until something better comes along or until 8, whichever comes first.

Sean Connery is Shatnering "In My Life" by The Beatles. I am loving it.

It took me 40ish minutes to condition my hair. Part of me is excited the perm is growing out exponentially, but part of me shakes my fist at it.

My self esteem is on a roller coaster. Yesterday's caloric intake: ~5 (+/- 2 error) cigarettes, california roll, a glass of vodka cranberry, 2 crab rangoons, ~10 cheez-its. Today, as of 2:01 pm CDT: 1 cigarette, 2 pieces of orbit gum. I see what the anorexics have going. its an effective program. This entire week has has been an exercise in calorie removal or reduction. It's been at least three days since i had any proper bread.

Its not so bad being crazy. My notions are not entirely misguided.

Saw The Wackness. Most of it anyway. I love it.

I think that's all I'm capable of for now.