Was supposed to go to the Pub with Brandon tonight for some good old-fashioned trivia, but then Gaia decided to once again fuck the Midwest U.S. in the ass with her massive frozen strap-on . . . and thus there was no trivia tonight.

So instead, I stayed in, read a book — LIVE AND LET DIE, by Ian Fleming — and made some dinner. There was baked fish and seasoned mashed potatoes — instant, of course — to be eaten, followed by the delicious sugar cookies my sister made over the weekend. In the process I kind of got drunk, which was unexpected, but honestly, not unwelcome.

Think now I might throw in THE ROAD WARRIOR, then maybe do some writing, assuming I’m still awake. All-in-all, not a bad night, considering the snow. SEE GAIA? I ISN’T AFRAID OF YOU. PEOPLE CAN HAVE FUN EVEN WHEN THERE IS SNOW. WHO IS FUCKING WHOM NOW?

‘Night . . .