A LITTLE STIR CRAZY

Well, they closed down Neverland, and Kato Kaelin won't let me crash in his laundry hamper any more, so I might as well drag my sorry ass home and share some adventures with you, my closest friend. Also, I still don't actually have a computer of my own (Dell has officially given up on my old beastie and is making me a new one, which I've been promised will only take another couple of weeks), but thanks to the phenomenal generosity of Genji, a man on another coast with whom I had never had contact before this week who just basically mailed me a loaner he'd built himself*, I'm currently typing this in my hot silk skivvies for you instead of shivering my little keyster off among the bridge-&-tunnelistas biding their time by trolling for tourists till the last bus for East Orange leaves.

I think my grandma put roofies in the Thanksgiving turkey cos I've been kinda woozy all weekend, although I had a breakthrough on my little book project which simultaneously gave me great joy and a grim realization that up to now, I'd been going at it all wrong. It should go much faster now, especially after I translate everything into pig latin. (Trust me. The ook-bay is gonna be ate-gray.)

*Our connection is ultimately through my most excellent friend Javina, and his massive temporary generosity in literally mailing me a computer without knowing who the fuck I am is really her doing.