that was a crazy couple of blogdays there. in addition to several other small irritations that accumulated over the course of the week, it helped tip me over the edge at 1:05 pm Friday, at which i could feel the spirit of my little brother rising in me. my little brother who used to throw everything that wasn't nailed down while cursing the so-damn-throwable world, who was so enviable to me when i was only two years older but much more firmly stuck inside my head in an interminable, inescapable cocktail party with Inhibition, Anxiety, and Second-Thoughts -- his spirit rose and i wanted to smack Inhibition in the head with a computer monitor, drop-kick Anxiety into the coffee machine, and impale Second-Thoughts on a microphone.
i did none of those things, of course. if i ever were to, i think my little brother is the first person i would call: he would understand immediately. sometimes you have to make a little noise.
instead i calmed down. i used a giftcard to buy dry and curled up in an east village diner with it, a milkshake, some french fries, and an omelette. later, for dessert: strangers with candy.
this morning, i fixed my website, but: no more comments. at least no more from the external server i'd been using. sad! help me out by making more. if only to mention something i left off the blogroll in trying to reconstitute it.
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