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I watched Midnight Cowboy last night, and for some reason, I’ve had this insatiable desire for Dentyne gum all day…

Somebody else has purportedly got Lynne Cheney’s lesbian romance up. I sure wish my last name was Cheney. The opening paragraph to a book I wrote when I was fourteen sounded just like this: “On every side, there was emptiness. On every side, the prairie stretched on and on, unbroken to the horizon. Even the

It’s quarter to seven. I’m heading to the train station, splashing through dark puddles on the pavement. The sky’s that purple-black color that city skies get just before dawn. At this time of the morning, the smell of fried Thai food from the restaurants lining the street is more stink than smell, and my stomach

Sad, sad. On the upside, I find something gleeful in the juxtaposition. I don’t know what, but it’s there. A symptom of sleep deprevation, no doubt.

Is good.

Blaine, my former boss and head of regional business development for North America, comes in and goes, “I need a dictionary. What the hell does burgeoning mean? I’ve been reading it everywhere.” I love these guys.

Media girl has up a poll about what feminist priorities should be for 2005. My favorite was using blogs to reach people. But as much as I love the idea of blogging as being a bit like consciousness-raising groups (“You mean it’s not just me?”), there’s a big problem with it: The internet isn’t free.

Look at CNN covering that hard news on your after-holiday Monday morning! Blow it out your ass, CNN. I *lost* weight over the holiday. Fuck off.

Currently functioning on 0 hours of sleep. That’s right, 0, for no good reason. This is highly erratic. I don’t have trouble sleeping. I love sleeping. I was in bed by 9pm so I could make my 5:15am alarm, and tossed and turned, got a massive headache, checked e-mail and blogs, went back to bed,

I’m supposed to have another draft novel by March. Sheeeeiiiiitttt. Back to work. “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn,