Goddamn good to be home, even if it's fucking balmy as hell. Since there's no point in wishing for AC, I'll just be glad for once to be in this cramped little basement room.

Awesome thought of the week, said (or, more likely, written) by William Carlos Williams: "A new world is only a new mind." Creepy how well this melds with my philosophy.

Song of the week: "Mr. E's Beautiful Blues." Goddamn right it's a beautiful day.

Reading recommendation of the week: the Sandman books. Yes, they are comics (cough cough, graphic novels), but fuck the man's (Gaiman) a genius; these things are like heroin, or 'Party of Five.'

Jesus, that's it, isn't it? I almost need a hobby...

Well, here I am. How about that.
What rocks: I have money and thus will not have to be sober tonight.
What sucks: I'm going back to my hometown this weekend. True, I get to see my family and old friends, and I love them all, but damn that place blows...

Salman Rushdie rocks. Fleetwood Mac's "The Chain" is addictive. I wish I wouldn't feel hypocritical complaining about the heat.

C