after reading what i wrote about opening a red bull in the car, my dad called and asked me what in god’s name i was doing drinking and driving. he was quite relieved when i told him that red bull is an energy drink and not, in fact, beer.

after reading what i wrote about being angry, several different people called and asked me what in god’s name they had done to piss me off. they were all quite relieved to find that they had not, in fact, done anything at all.

writing a paper today, on song of solomon and go down, moses. it is not about the biblical names in the titles.

driving to austin tomorrow, to see stereolab. we will, of course, stay at the penis.

i can just barely hear the cry of a train somewhere. it is finally, finally cold.