You seem cool, for a naked chick in a booth

There are -so- things that I should have done today. Instead, I read Glamour.

But shit, yo, it's my day off. And I don't really -need- clean clothes. I can just pretend I'm still in my first year of college...

Hey, fonz, if you had had company like -I've- had all weekend, you'd be reluctant to muck that up with contact with the rest of the world, too.

The winds are about to blow everything away. It's not just weather outside...it's -weather-.

And other such excuses.

Let me tell you what happened to me yesterday. Yesterday was the antiquarian book show (insert aquarium joke here). My hands ended up on the same books that had been in the hands of the likes of ee cummings, Anais Nin, and Henry Miller.

But.

One vendor had a bunch of first edition City Lights copies of "Howl." The story behind one of these copies is that it got sent to the publisher full of copies and the publisher sent a note to Ginsberg asking what the heck was up with all the corrections. Ginsberg replied that he hadn't ever seen those corrections before; indeed, that it wasn't even his handwriting.
(insert deep breath here)
This is because the corrections had been made by Gregory Corso, in a fit of, you know, Corso-ism. Yes. "Streetwise angel poet" Corso. Author of many things that make my heart beat a little faster and a few that make it stop altogether. The man that wrote the simplest, most beautiful love poem ever (For Lisa, 2: "I saw an angel today/without wings/with human smile/and nothing to say."). -My- hands and -his- hands touched the same thing.

And um...well, yeah, shit, yo, it's a beautiful world.

Mumble

Let me just say what a positive thing it is to have a boss that says "I'm going to take you all out to dinner" and then convinces you to drink a bottle of expensive wine all to your lonesome.

Woah, uh....just woah.

Yeah. So after our meeting tonight which was less a meeting and more preliminary drinking Kelly took us down to Il Forniao and bought us dinner. She's a total freak, but she's highly amusing in small doses. Plus, you know....she bought dinner. And a couple five bottles of wine. So two thumbs up for that. Megan and I tried to walk it off but evidently, we've failed.

One thing I forgot to mention earlier is that while my mother was in DC she went to the Holocaust Museum and as a result of this is currently reading a book about the persecution of Jehovah's Witnesses during the war. She says that they were the first to be put in the concentration camps and I say that's what you get for knocking on Nazi doors. But then I'm, you know, bad and crass and wrong. So whatever.

Wine or no, I still don't want to go to work tomorrow.

I have such a crush on Jeff and I really, really need to have less of one. I'm so for serious.

Paul is in Vegas without me, so he's a bitch.

I didn't get anything done today. Not even my dishes. I'm sure I'll do them eventually. But -laundry-. I so need to do my laundry.

Augh. Make my buzz go away. I'm tired of it now.