I'm trapped here at home, waiting for the telephone repairman to arrive between the reasonable time frame of 11-3, so I thought I'd do a little catch-up here. I've been so focused on the non-smoking thing, I've forgotten to keep track of the rest of my life.

So my work project is rolling along just fine, though I have to admit I'm a little bored at work. It took me a long time to set up a templated system that would take me no time at all to update, and guess what? It worked. I'm a genius! Or: I'm a bored genius! Nah, I'm not a genius, but the intensity of my job dropped dramatically almost immediately after launch. I can't believe I did something right for once, even if no one else in the world knows it.

Tonight, finally, the site should be featured on E! News Daily. It was supposed to be last Friday, but I guess the Puffy verdict bumped a lot of things that night.

A side note here - thank god Puffy is free. I was so worried. We were all worried, weren't we? What would have happened to the Sean John clothing line? Would it have featured prison stripes next fall?

I watched the news with a couple of friends who were at my house last Friday night, and everyone just yelled shit at the screen. That rapper kid who got busted - the one who was supposed to be Puffy's "protegee" - clearly took the fall. And we all wondered how it was that were three guns - which must be registered to someone right? - and bullets fired, and yet no one was able to match the bullets to the guns. I'm sure Johnny Cochran had something to do with this travesty of justice. It's always Johnny's fault.

I know I feel safer knowing that gun-toting psycho millionaire rap stars cum clothing designers are free to walk the streets. Remind me not to go to like, Cheetah, anytime soon. Suddenly it's not so bad to hang out at techno parties. At least there you know everyone is too drugged up and happy to incite any violence.

OK, anyway, there should be something on the site on E! tonight, but I'm not holding my breath. The world of entertainment is so unpredictable. What a whirlwind! Whee! I feel like Mary Tyler Moore in the opening credits of The Mary Tyler Moore Show half the time, spinning around with my arms open. No, I don't. I actually feel more like any character in Clockwatchers, these days.

Tick.

Fucking.

Tock.

But tonight I will have drinks with another new non-smoker, indie rock boy Matt. And last night I made it through an entire half-hour at perhaps the smokiest bar in the East Village, KGB. Liz Zack draggged me out for a drink at a bar nearby my house, and before I knew it she was dragging my ass down to KGB. She's sneaky, that one. I saw Bruno, and some old Ironminds folks, and Will (who was reading), and I swear I almost passed out. Let's hope tonight's events are located near an open window.

And there I go again, talking about smoking. Do you hate me? Do you find me boring? Don't worry, I'm sick of me too right now.

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