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I don't have pictures of the new place!
Not yet anyway.
Here is the view from my window though:


Taken from my bed, with Beth at my side, this is the photograph I took to show my mom that I was doing okay.
I'm sitting at Third Place Books. The author reading finished about an hour (or two) ago and I'm sitting here drinking beer and playing on the internet. Books, beer, the internet, authors, etc. I'm in heaven here. Deb Olin Unferth is the name of the author, she read from her book Vacation. If you want to know how I felt about said book, you're more than welcome to check out my stupid myspace blog.
She was great. Small, cute, friendly. I talked to her about what her book meant to me and she signed my book.

I don't know if that was some bullshit quote she writes for every dude or if she wrote it because I told her that her book broke me. Regardless, I feel kind of nice about it.
Also, kind of like an asshole. I've been acting like anything but a Hero lately. More like a dumb ass.

Last night I saw Jamie Lidell. here's my photo from the experience:


I don't know if the picture will show-- I took it off of facebook.

Anyway, yeah. I'm alive. I moved. I live with a black dude who is a fireman and a personal trainer. He's built like God.

I worked out today. Not how I planned to work out today, but I worked out anyway. the way I planned to work out fell through in a very embarassing and gabriel-style way. I will not describe what happened-- just that I'm embarassed that it did. Then I got very lost. I drove around with my lips in an ugly about-to-cry kind of smear stretch. ridiculous.

Last night I saw the band Why? It was a different show from the Jamie Lidell show. I went to two shows last night. I need to pee from the beer.
And I want more.

I'm in love with Stones Throw records and Warp records these days.
You?

This Welbutrin doesn't have enough kick.