I think I lost the urge to write in this thing nearly every day like I used to. Tomorrow night, I'm celebrating not knowing what the hell I did with my life during the last ten years by going out drinking with TTB and other people that the people who read this blog probably don't know.
I wrote a review of Sam Pink's Yum Yum I Can't Wait to Die. It was for Noo Journal: www.noojournal.com/view.php?mode=1&issue=nine&id=173
I thought I knew what I was talking about while I was writing about it. But then I tried to find examples to prove what I was saying, it felt like I was talking out of my ass. Mike Young said it was ok.