Do I Write Tonight?

I'm bloated from taquitos and a Dr. Pepper & bourbon and don't like my hair, which is a problem because there's a 6'x8' mirror next to me as I write this. The other problem may be my cholesterol or the drinking, but let's just worry about the hair for now.

I ended up watching several episodes of my Dr. Katz Season One dvd, the couple episodes I hadn't watched before, plus the commentaries on the first two episodes. Good stuff. But now it's 11:00, so do I review something or read? Some sit-ups might also be a good idea.

On the small Ikea dining table where I write this, a table some small I'm holding it up with one knee right now, just to teach it who's boss, I have several books I've already read and reviewed, The Fate of the Artist and Vampire Loves, which taunt me, some blank and prerecorded cds, that Superman Returns Prequel #1 that came out a couple weeks ago that I don't know why I got it--I'm going to see the movie, the little Jamie S. Rich/Andi Watson illustrated novella I Was Someone Dead, a stained glass hurricane from Crate & Barrel that would look really nice on a real table with place settings, some perforated labels for an expandable file I bought for important papers to feel almost grown-up (grown-up would be a wood or metal filing cabinet) so I can keep "Condo" and "Divorce" separately bulging, while "Donations" is pitifully thin. Incidentally, these labels things that, when torn at the perforation, should fit in the clear plastic slots on top of the files, right? How hard is that? Why should I have to cut an eighth of an inch off?

Anyway, I'll get to the books that have been taunting me soon. Art out of Time is the big one I really want to get over with and packed away in a box.