2003-01-14 - 6:03 p.m.

Stuck at work, stuck at work, Oh lawd, how did I get stuck here at work? Dinner plans seem to have gone awry. Someone's waiting for a FedEx. 7 p.m. is their 5 p.m., so unfortunately there's still time.

I'm supposed to have turned in all my reviews and my one-page mega-review for the Skyscraper zine, but things fall apart. Fuckin' Chinua, what a seer. Anyway, I'm almost done with the big review, and I haven't started the baby reviews (about six of 'em this time?). I think I'm going on hiatus when the next issue comes around. On hiatus - that sounds like a good place to visit. Is it upstate somewhere? In Canada? The thumb area?

People, please. Stop laughing, the joke wasn't THAT funny! Control yourselves. Thank you. I got all these schemes, and I realize now that I have to drop some of my old schemes to find time for the new ones. No shame in that, I guess. Someday I'll figure out a paying scheme.

Speaking of which, I got my LSAT back and got exactly the score that made me think, when it popped into my head, "Yeah, I'd be cool with that." So that's good. Still a ways off. Maybe I'll have time to track down some recommendations. I hear that's part of the drill. Shit, man, gettin' old.

Dinner, where are you?