Hump Day

How many shots did I do at Nick's last night? Was every one of them necessary? It certainly seemed like a good idea at the time. Nothing reinforces the social glue that holds a neighborhood tavern together quite like doing shots. How did the evening start? Oh, yes, Dave knocked on my door and asked if I was up for a beer and a shot at Nick's. Which turned into several. My superego warns me that I cannot and must not let my social life interfere with my marathon training. My id hollars back that I cannot and must not let my marathon training interfere with my social life.

And my social life? Resting precariously upon the teetering pillars of tavern life and myspace. Speaking of myspace, I've been communicating with a cute local girl over the last two days. If neither of us says anything to scare the other off, I'd estimate our first meeting in about, oh.....four or five days. She's sarcastic and self-effacing, which is always a big plus. More on this as it develops.

Mar called me while I was in Milwaukee and wanted to hang out. I invited her to grab a bite with me before film class but I'm not sure if it's a good idea, this whole being friends with your exes bit. At least in our case. If we could be simply friends, perhaps. Reminiscing over drinks leads to tender glances which lead to a hand-held walk back to my apartment which leads to oh, no, we shouldn't be doing this which leads to what are we doing with eachother? Our relationship was not exactly a polished model of stability and making plans for further than a week in the future was impractical as there was no accurate way to predict if we would still be together at the time of the intended outing. Our final breakup occurred in October.

I'm currently reading William Faulkner's Wild Palms and it's boring me to tears. The Sound and the Fury left me similarly unmoved. People whose opnions I respect hold him up as one of the two or three greatest writers in American history but I just can't get into him. I will, however, finish Wild Palms and re-read it---when a work enters the pantheon you have to make the effort to go to it. It will not come to you. Maybe the humid weather and late nights are not conducive to the concentration I need to give to it. I'm also reading Jessica Abel's Artbabe comic series and loving it.