godzuki

Never underestimate the restorative powers of Cheerios and cold milk. I mean, I still smell like I was in a forest fire and my head throbs a bit, probably as karmic payback for accidentally finishing off Al's whiskey, but it's a step in the right direction. My next step is down the street to Macrina (sans cowboy hat today) for some coffee and some quiet, finally to finish Reza Aslan's No god but God, which is an amazingly accessible history of Islam. Should I be concerned that my reading material (this included) seems to be coming exclusively from the Daily Show lately?

AND FOR THE LAST TIME, I'M NOT GETTING IN THE HOT TUB!