GYROVAGUE

I’ve taken on numerous extra duties while “the manager” vacations in Savannah for a month. I don’t mind the extra hours because my spending habits (booze, vinyl) have left me with empty pockets when it comes to… oh, I don’t know, food or petrol. What I’m getting at is, don’t bother calling for the next two weeks because I’m swamped. Sadly, the book has to take a back seat to this new work. The Louisville chapter, which I have already dragged out way too long–despite the great examiner working on my brain–will not be finished possibly until the middle of February. Frustrations are mounting. At least by then I’ll be happy that I’m halfway to the prize, and I’ll make another trip down to Muhlenberg for a meeting with Professor Marsh. Hopefully no run-ins with a certain insane girl, this time.

I haven’t even read anything on the Internets today so I have no idea what’s happening in the world. Thanks to Anthony for finally granting my cheesy little blog much-sought-after space on his website. Somehow I knew the moment I met him at that Godspeed You! Black Emperor concert in Brooklyn I was going to ride his coattails until I had totally abused his friendship.

And thank you, loyal readers. All 10,000 of you. Next stop, 100,000… I can’t wait until I sell out and have advertisements all over the fucking place. And you know me, they’re not going to be “Neighborhoodies” ads. Oh no they won’t. This page is going to be full of “Free legal Viagra” and online casino pop-up ads.

Hey, I’m poor. I’ll take whatever I can get right now.