Okay, frell it all. No writing today. It's just not going to happen, and I'm not going to sacrifice the final few daylit hours of July 20th, 2004 sitting at this godamn desk. I'm going to get dressed, and Spooky and I are going to the Decatur Farmer's Market. I need to get stuff for stir-fry tonight, and we want to explore fresh fish and exotic produce. I need udon noodles and cilantro and chopsticks.