July 6th, 2013


"Don't let me falter. Don't let me ride."

Last night I switched back to the old regimen, and today I feel pretty much my regular old lousy self again. After spending most of yesterday in a quasi-comatose state. The last two days were far too reminiscent of the Great Prazosin Fiasco of 2010. Anyway, apparently, it was very hot in the House. I know this because Spooky says so. I was too doped to care one way or the other. However, currently it's 91˚F, with the heat index at 97˚F, and in the middle parlour the thermostat reads 85˚F (it has since about midnight last night); I don't want to think about how many fans are running.

This is the day I return to being productive. Fuck the way shit's been.

If you've not yet done so, please preorder The Ape's Wife and Other Stories, due out from Subterranean Press this autumn. Maybe if I hear people are ordering the collection, I'll be inspired to start copyediting the damned thing.

Last night, we finished Season One of Breaking Bad and also Season One of Treme. We were great fans of the The Wire, and we're loving Treme. I had no idea David Simon and Eric Overmyer were the team behind it, though Spooky says she told me they were, which means she did, which means I actually did know David Simon and Eric Overmyer were the team behind Treme. That's how these things work.

Looking for the Grindstone,
Aunt Beast