Oh yeah. I'm finally listed on the St. Martin's Press website. Fancy fancy.
Blogagaard Hasn't Done Anything Today
Seriously, dude. I've had the focus of a spastic coffee drinking monkey. The main problem has been the terrible fried onion/misc. smell coming from the apartment below, pervading every room of our apartment like a smell plague. I drove to a science fiction bookstore in Minneapolis to escape, found myself getting depressed at all these old books the authors must have once hoped so much for, and I drove home again. Still a terrible smell. Again I left to evade the smells and walked to a coffee shop, where I read PG Woodhouse and chuckled dryley to myself for two hours. Then I walked to the grocery store, bought a huge can of air freshener, and returned to spray everything in sight with chemicals, excluding the cat. Still hopped up on mochas, I foresee an evening filled with video games and Twins baseball and maybe, just maybe, I'll write a poem.
on Wednesday, September 10, 2008
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