I wrote this big gorgeous thing about James Frey and Leaving Las Vegas and Infinite Jest and AA and an anonymous friend of mine who is in AA for almost a year and who is trying to pull a geographic by getting a mail-order wife. And my computer ate it! It's okay, I go on too long anyway. Repressed novelist. Must cut down on administration if only to make blog posts more brief (wait until you see the one I'm working on about Tuesday night, when I substitute hosted at KGB and some girl standing on a table in the middle of the bar peed ALL OVER this pizza--under instructions from Lisa Carver who was recreating the early nineties, or something)
My own little addiction tailspin of the day--I stayed up late to catch Oprah's Book Club on tv at 1am and I ate this handful of candied violets which is about 12 candied violets too many (I bought them on a whim for my writing class and they wisely only ate half the jar) and I woke up with a major sore throat from all the sugar so I'm hiding and wearing scarves. Thank goodness for Lisa Selin Davis whose report from the road I will post in a sec.