Just ate a two day old hamburger that I found on the coffee table, buried under a stack of newspapers.

Where does the time go and why do I bother

Yes, every once in a great while I pop back into this thing to dust, shake out the rugs and turn the lights on and off (I guess it prevents burglars, though I should cancel the newspaper subscription as well, since the mound of unread New York Times probably suggests that the Complex has been left unattended and therefore easy pickin's for anyone who wants vats of cold cream and semi-inflated/deflated balloon dachsunds).

I just added mobile blogging capabilities to the phone. This should come in handy, and I should post more regularly.

who the hell am I kidding? I never remember to plug the damn phone in and the battery is always dead from accepting midnight Tweets from Warren Ellis, Barack Obama and Ashton Kutcher.