Numero Uno

Livejournal has begun to bore me again. I rarely update the thing regularly anyway. Roe has Vpot, but I got over that almost immediately. People I respect and enjoy reading are using this one, so why not?

I'm home. I've begun The Great Impacking. But I'm going back up to Baltimore today, later, so I'm sort of lackadaisical about the whole affair, b/c there's no way I'm going to accomplish anything fully.

In other news: Digging through some old junk underneath my bed, I found The Matador at Fifteen album I bought a hundred years ago, loved and lost. I've been jonesing to hear "Church on White" by Stephen Malkmus for the better part of a month, so this is a delicious find. I want to find a way to intern for Matador Records. B/c then, hey: possibility of free Yo La Tengo records, and the one in a million chance I can meet Interpol and make Daniel Kessler fall in love with me. Maybe.

Possible coffee and a chance to reclaim my dignity with "the Cat" today. And also, despite the fact that I've now had more than one person confirm his skeeziness, the first line in my novella is going to be taken from the blond grad boy, and will be "Goodnight, Jake, try not to die alone." Because it may be the best thing and the truest wish that ever passed his lips.

Oh, and also: I've decided to give up soda for the summer. I told Joe coffee, but please, that's like giving up clothing. You feel awkward and your behavior makes others uncomfortable as well.

At Jenny's tonight-- visiting with puppies makes my life better.