I would like very much to hang out with Beavis and Butthead. Yes I understand what I am saying. I understand that this would, in effect, make me Stuart -- but I'm all for it.

Just got a call from the office -- on the second day of a four-day weekend that I'd been planning since way before this trial. Now mind you, I haven't had a day off before yesterday since April. APRIL! So now, I have to go into the office over the fucking weekend to do work on another case. I really think that I have to leave this place before it kills me. Even when I'm not there, I'm there. I just cannot get any peace.



In other news, I finished Song of Susannah. I love the Dark Tower series. Maybe it's not brainy enough for some lit. snobs -- I know it wasn't for my fellow comparative literature majors -- but then you all are jackasses for thinking that, because you rob yourself of some of the greatest stories ever told just to look cool while you sit in Starbucks. It's all about trying to get laid anyway, isn't it? Isn't it? C'mon. You all ain't fooling anyone into thinking you really like to read Derrida.


"We reap what we sow. Guess that's kind of like 'slose cover before striking.'"

"Mano y Mano? My dick wants to laugh."