Oh, dear, it's been five days since I've last written.
And for that I'm sorry.
But I've been pretty busy. And I've stopped working/writing on the weekends because I think it's better if I do that.
There's a lot to say, but I'll tell you in person.
Here's a photo David B. sent me on Friday:
Apparently he's had this for awhile.
What's that about?
I need to be told about these things as soon as possible.
How 'bout that?
In other news, I've got a dumb farmer's tan right now.
Sarah J. keeps asking me why I'm so tan—but it really is just my face.
It's been really hot and humid here in NYC.
But tomorrow there are supposed to be storms that will bring some cooler weather.
On Friday I'm going to see Teenage Jesus and the Jerks (by myself, of course—I don't have any friends who listen to them). I'm really excited. It's their first and only reunion show.
At first I thought it was just Lydia Lunch performing until I was reading the Village Voice over breakfast with Meredith S.
My jaw dropped.
And I think a rat flew in.
I have some friends who have died before.
Jazz sent me this video that I like: