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Today's been a good day. A busy day. I've had to get so much done at work today that I don't know which way is up. I just finished yesterday's work, and now, an hour and a half before I go home, I get to start today's work.
I'm not up for it. I'm tired.
But I'll do as much as I can.

I just had my lunch break--Municipal Waste blasting over the car stereo while I sit in the driver's seat eating a McChicken reading a book called Deadly Departed. Scarfing down the burger and the book, actually. This is the fastest, funnest book I've read in some time. Yes, I know 'funnest' isn't a word. The spell check on the MS Outlook I'm using to email this blog home is freaking the hell out. Red squiggly lines for what it thinks are spelling errors (McChicken, funnest, scarfing) and green squiggly lines for what it thinks are grammatical errors (fragments like "A busy day.").

Anyway, the last book I read-- barely got through, actually-- was Voices from the Storm a McSweeney's book in which 13 survivors of the Katrina disaster in the New Orleans area write about their separate but equally fucked up experiences. It was harrowing and difficult to read not just because of its real-life trauma but also because of the writing itself. The editors over at McSweeney's decided not to edit the writers for content (probably for spelling, though. Thankfully.) so that if a writer is southern and black, his words read like that of a southern black person. If a writer didn't finish middle-school, his writing reads that way. If a writer speaks or writes with a Korean accent, it comes through. And with the book jumping around between and back to each writer, it made for a fairly difficult read. Sometimes it reads almost like an experiment in sociology; these are people whose lives have nothing at all in common with mine. They worry about the kinds of things (one lady wrote about her fear of Bush letting the National Guard loose on the Astrodome to murder all the black people) that I would never even dream about. And they live in this country. The same one that I live in. And they worry about things like getting food to eat. Whereas I worry about my girlfriend not fucking me enough. It made me feel petty.
But whatever_if you're interested in an eyewitness account of what it was like to live in New Orleans before, during, and after Katrina, it's a book to read. I'd recommend it, regardless of how tough a read I found it to be.



Hillary's got us free passes for an I am Legend sneak preview tonight. I read that book, I loved Omega Man, I like vampires, I love post-apocalyptic settings, and I'm a big Will Smith fan. So I'm in. Let's do this.