8/02/01: I'm feeling a little barfy right now. Not enough to go lay down or take a Tums or anything... just enough to be annoying, and to wonder how I can make it go away without moving.

I'm not lazy, why do you ask?

It has been an embarrassingly long time since I've read my email. I'd say that every weekend since mid-June I've either had company, or I've been out all weekend, thus robbing me of any opportunity to write back to all of the thoughtful emails I've gotten lately.

Some of my favorite emails (no offense, folks) have been from Eric Reda. Unbeknownst to me (that is, until I started getting his emails), Eric moved to Chicago recently, and I imagine he's there to do some acting or something. He's exceptionally talented, not to mention fscking brilliant and ludicrously funny. He is so quick and I'm bitterly jealous.  :-)   Anyhoo, Eric sends out these every-once-in-a-while email updates that are so well-crafted and beautifully written, that I like to save 'em up for when I have 5 minutes to truly savor them. It's yummy.

In other news, I'm sitting here typing, and there's an air vent directly overhead, in my ceiling. The air conditioning just turned on, and it was stinky. I started to ponder why... when it all became crystal clear. If my calculations are correct, the little fan that sits outside is what sucks the air in from the outside and into the air conditioning unit where it is cooled, and then pumped throughout my home. Since I live next to the festering, cancer-ridden pollution pit called DuPont, which has been known to belch out stenches infinitely worse than my brother's feet on a humid August Jersey day, I surmised it must be stinky outside.

So I just got off my slightly nauseas arse and went downstairs to whiff in the carcinogens, and lo and behold, I was right. I cannot escape the mutogens (which is the name of my next album). I wonder if my HEPA air filter would do any good. Prolly not.

In still other news, Danielle is in from Arizona this weekend, and I can't wait to see her. We're going to New Hope on Saturday with Cris and Lisa, and then we have Melting Pot reservations on Saturday night. (Warning: The Melting Pot website is the lamest thing I've probably ever seen. You know that some waiter with AOL made it in his basement.)

Okeedokee. I'm going to bed early tonight. I'm pretty beat. I'm thinking I might be coming down with a cold, but I'm hoping it's just allergies. Keep yer fingers crossed...

Night!