2004-05-12..4:43 p.m.

I discovered a hole in my shirt today where there was none before, which is cool because what could be greater than wearing safety pins in your work clothes, but shit because they�re pokey. Maybe this is why punks think they�re so hardcore and look so permanently pissed off.

Considering the Earachiness and Fuck Offedness of yesterday, and the transferral of All Spidey All The Time to Why, Mr Marlowe, Fancy Meeting You Here that means I was awake until half2 last night unable to sleep for all the hardboiled adventures and shifty dames, today has been very productive and calm and happy. Got a ridiculous number of tiny tasks that built up and nearly toppled over, but didn�t because I got them done today. I think detective novels make me smoke more. And feel an acute need to satiate the desire to order whiskey at half5 in the afternoon, while sitting at a bar sneering vaguely and looking squinty.

I might do that today too.