I was going to write a blog just now.
Something deep and existential. Something to shake you.
But my friend Adam just called me to tell me that there is a 10 week old kitty at his house. I am going there.
Today is a perfect day. Coffee by my lonesome in the morning with the bromidic company of Brit Pop superstars who write lyrics like "and he would not be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary!", after which, kitties in the daylight with my special almost bearded friend, followed by cupcakes in the evening with my little friend who hibernates in the NYU library writing some slightly less than epic lovely things.
Glory and such.