• I started smoking again. I'm sorry. I feel very guilty about this. The upside is: I've been smoking five smokes a day versus twenty. This is a mild improvement. I'm truly ready to be done with it.
• When I was thirteen, I slipped off of a bench in a Toronto McDonald's. The homeless dude who was slurping his coffee two seats away burst out laughing at me. There is some kind of strange shame and humility in being laughed at by homeless people. However, I'm glad I was able to brighten his day.
• Speaking of which, the other day I was walking around a town square and passed a homeless guy. I asked him if he smoked cigarettes; I wanted to give him something but I never carry change. He said, "Nah. I got cigarettes. But if you've got any reefer, that would be great." I didn't have any reefer--yet another disappointment to the marginalized populations of our great country.
• Ronan of VnV Nation has emailed me twice. I'm in touch with a celebrity.
• When I was seven, I attended a summer day-care program with a bunch of other misbegotten children. One of these kids was susceptible to rashes and a general malignant attitude. I told her she had no soul. Was that funny or just wierd?
• Michael says he's been to parties in his youth where people snorted cocaine. He didn't, mind you. I just think it's strange--I've never even seen cocaine.
• I have, however, seen a fair share of marijuana in my life. To the administrators of Creighton University: you should really make the roof of the library less accessible.
• Georgia is in a drought. The most humid damp state in the fifty states is experiencing a drought. And they say global warming isn't REALLY a threat.
• Don't say the word 'terrorism' in the post office. More to come on that.

Okay. Back to knitting. Love to my fans!