i'm waiting for the last story of the evening to come in as i roast in my little corner over here. it's labor day, and it appears the building's air conditioning is still out for the long weekend. i have one of my pearl river fans with me, but i'm still ruing my penchant for jeans on hot days lately. aside from that, i've gone through my usual slew of sports pieces. i'm hoping that, one of these days, i'll absorb enough yankees-talk to surprise my family with a legitimate baseball-based conve... read more

i am officially lame.

friday, after work, i went to happy hour at ginger man with a good number of co-workers and drank myself silly until about 8 p.m. by the time i got home, neither michael nor i could bring ourselves to drive out to hoboken (a mere 15-20 minutes away) for the tris mccall show at maxwell's, which i had totally been looking forward to all week! instead, we found ourselves stuck in the middle of a csi marathon before finally passing out in bed.

on saturday, we saw runni... read more

friday took so long to get here. and now it's 7:38 and i'm the only one here in the office, and i love that. i'll get stuff done (aside from this, obviously) before the e-mails and phone calls start rolling in, and then i'll be able to skip on out of here at 3:30. i'll want to head to bluestockings at some point, to pick up a copy of $pread. i'm going to interview for a publicist/event planner intern-type thing there next week, and i want to be prepared. no word from blackbook and i'm not sur... read more

eating lasagna as i recover from a telephone beat-down by one of my authors. wishing for a new job. no more academic books. no more marketing. i'm overwhelmed and disinterested. i want magazine work. or housewifery. or both. meltdown is ensuing. i took a sick day yesterday, and spent a relaxing morning reading ellis's lunar park and doing mag research, and then spent the afternoon food shopping and cooking. ambrosia salad & panini sandwiches & baked eggplant. i may not enjoy cohabitation, but... read more