Just poking my head out of the hole to say hello. I couldn’t take six more weeks of this shit, though—it’s probably about seventy-five in my apartment. I like winters to be cold and grey. I like summers to be cold and grey, too, but this shit makes me feel cheated. It doesn’t help that I’m riding out the last wave a nasty virus. Fever, head cold, all that.

The timeline was dead computer, slipped disk, incredibly busy December (buying trips, selling trips, the usual), new computer, head cold, January 12th. Now we’re all caught up. New computer’s great. Christmas was great (books, DVDs). I try not to celebrate New Year’s because it’s too much fucking pressure.

So how were your holidays?