Saturday, September 20, 2008

i've found myself more worked up about david foster wallace's death than i have any right to be. it's caused me no end of reflection, and i've come to some decisions about what i want to be doing with my time when i'm not corralling youngsters.

so. i guess that's it for now. i'm going to try to get the fucking final disc of dexter (season 2) to fucking work so i can fucking watch it, then hit the sack.

more posts to come. i'm sure someone is waiting with baited breath.

1 comment:

Kira said...

maybe i'm not looking hard enough, but i can't figure out how to email you privately, so i'll comment.

thinking about you and your ladyfriend, your wedding trials and tribulations.

are you on facebook? i'm breaking up with myspace, but i want to make sure i don't lose track of you, so email me ( or something, 'kay?

hope all is well.