work

where did the day go? that's what happens when you actually have to work at work. i am editing a tv show. and it requires constant...uh...work. i used to read books. i liked it when i read books. now i'm lucky if i keep up a little with current events, like the pope dying. and i don't have time to read when i get home because i have to bathe and have sex. and, yes, in that order.

i think that the quality of my writing--i am writing a novel--is deteriorating now that i no longer read. specifically, david foster wallace. the best passages in my novel are the ones in which i am trying to live up to him.

p.s. i don't care that it's not original to like him.