Labor Day, and I'm at work. Big surprise. What's worse is that today's the beginning of my new shifts, three of which run from 4 PM to midnight. On the flipside, since I'm not really expected to bust a lot of ass after 10 PM, I can try to get some writing done. This should prove fruitful.

I'm reading Marcus Boon's The Road of Excess: A History of Writers On Drugs, and it's excellent. I cannot recommend it enough if you're interested in a lucid, well-written book about drugs, literature, and history, or any of the above.

I wonder how well my book is selling.

I wonder why I waste time and bandwidth writing this.

Ridiculous.


np: Enslaved, Below the Lights