I hope a famous sex columnist takes Rick Santorum’s name and makes it into an extremely crass internet joke that becomes the number one hit on Google.
(I avoid movies from books, plus it’s coming out on my birthday and stealing my damn thunder.)
And, obviously, I burst into tears.
The good thing about there being a sick passenger at 72nd street is that your commute becomes 30 minutes longer and you get to finish Pandemonium, which is just as good as Delirium.
The bad news is that it takes you an hour and 20 minutes to get to the Bronx.
So that’s nice.
I’ve met the coordinator of this program and talked with her a few times, and she’s great, I’m just a little nervous as I’ve never been to this location and it’s pre-GED tutoring and I usually do GED tutoring. I’m sure it will be fine I just always get butterflies before new things.
I’m staying up with him in solidarity, or something. Also my book is getting very intense.
But also it’s 1:26 and I’m starting to get a little sleepy.
Shouldn’t that shit be kept on the cloud or something? The idea that it’s recorded in a physical place in the phone seems so antiquated.