The Question for the Day

Man, why the hell am I so tired?

No, really. I want to know. I can’t figure it out myself. Probably because I’m so damn tired.

Any insight you have into this phenomenon will be appreciated.


The Columbus Reading

Briefly: I think the Columbus reading went very well. There was a good turnout, and people seem to have enjoyed the reading and the general blather, and I got to meet a number of Whatever readers that I had not previously met in person. Hey, what do you know, we’re all not just brains in boxes. And I got gifts! My friend Erica Hardesty showed up and gave me a very nice mix CD, which came in handy for helping me keep my sanity on the drive back home, in which traffic crawled to a stop for half hour to hour stretches not once, not twice, but three times, twice because of truly gnarly accidents (ever seen a semi with its engine sheared off and spread liberally across a half mile of highway? I have, now) and once because who the hell knows. Let me put it this way: I’ve driven home from Detroit quicker than I drove home from Columbus today, and Detroit is twice as far away. So thank you, Erica — I bet you didn’t know your eclectic taste in music would be so useful, so quickly.

I’d also like to take a moment to acknowledge Doug Triplett, who drove in from West-freakin’-Virginia to catch my reading. Here’s the two of us:

Bet he got home before I did, though.

Photos here by Jeff Hentosz, incidentally, who also caffeinated me prior to my leaving Columbus, a maneuver that proved provident indeed, considering my drive back. But now I feel the effects wearing off, and I’m off to sleep. Catch you all a bit later.

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