Yvain

I have a bad habit for meeting flaky girls.

I'm exhausted.

I'd already be in bed, wide awake, but at least attempting sleep, but my ipod is near death, so I'm charging it. I'm sure you'll read all about in tomorrow's papers - an exciting story like that doesn't come around too often.

Hiatus Over

I'm sorry to have been gone for so long! Rest assured I am coming back now. I have lots to write about. Here is my reading I am doing in my spare time:

The Tender Bar, J.R. Moehringer. (No, the guy from Dallas did not write this book. I already checked.)


The Plague, Albert Camus. (Dead rats errywhere.)

Meditations in an Emergency, Frank O'Hara. (I saw this on an episode of Mad Men during its second season and I've been wanting it ever since, so I finally bought it this week. It's just poetry. If anyone gets the chance - I'm talking to you, Libby - read the poem called "Mayakovsky".)

(this post has been HEAVILY edited.)