and we never get it right

Well, I'll admit that drinking two cups of tea seemed like a good idea at 6pm, when I knew I had to stay up about seven more hours to pick up hotcrab from the airport, but round about 2:30 I don't feel so fucking smart. However, I did begin cleaning up my room, and I just might vacuum tomorrow (for um, the first time since moving here, I guess) at this rate.

advance warning

To my local unemployed peeps:

First Thursday of the month - this Thursday - the Seattle Art Museum is free. Anyone want to hit it with me?

edit: a time would be good. I'll start the bidding at 2pm.

even smiling makes my face ache

last night I dreamed that I was dating John Cusack. Well, not the famous movie star, but the cute boy from Chicago. Heh.

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I finished The Ecstasy Club last night. Hm. I think I'm going to resell it, or at the least give it to Ana when I visit her. Not that it's a bad book at all, just not one that I'm ever going to read again. It actually had a really good mix of philosophy and plot, far more interesting than say The Fountainhead or Ishmael (granted, the latter barely pretended to have a plot). Although I wonder if Rushkoff ever actually took any of the drugs he describes, or just got second-hand information.

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My novel is at 93K. I was going to write a little more this weekend, but, um, I didn't. I got caught up in chatting with people, alas. I suppose I should try to write during the day. But all I want to do during the day is watch TV or movies etc. And download mp3s - I got a fuckload of 'em yesterday.
( In addition to the Doves first album, Juno's latest and Sasha's latest, I got these: )

Clark called me about an hour ago. He's cruising down the Columbia River to Portland. That's so cool, although I wish they'd docked here. I suppose on his way back he will.