Yesterday after work I walked to Tower and bought the new Radiohead album. They had it on sale for $10, which is what a new CD SHOULD cost. Then I walked over to Krispy Kreme on LaSalle and had a little indulgence. Steven met me and gave me 3 copies of the latest mock of the book. I’ll hand them out to people and do one final proof before locking the text.

Meanwhile I’m still searching for a printer I can afford. The last quote I got was somewhat better but still way out my league. Eesh.

Rob S. sent me the 3 drawings he’s done for the cover and I got them in the mail today. They all look wonderful. The major deciding factor will be the size/shape of the ‘100’ in the drawing. I’d feel much more secure if I had a printer lined up.

So Zach is moving to NYC in 2 WEEKS. Wild, so fast. He got a job at VH1 editing this show on Ja Rule. Well, I wish him luck & I’m a bit jealous but it also somehow makes me feel sad. I guess it’s a wistful feeling. Either he’ll end up losing his way out there or he’ll succeed wildly, and thinking of either possibility makes me a bit melancholy. Guess I have a lot of baggage left from our time together. When I read that poem I wrote about him a few years ago and I still get a knot in my throat.

I wish I had some nice email from someone in my mailbox or a nice phone call from someone. I feel sort of isolated this evening. It’s good to write. I fixed myself a liitle mini-martini with the Ketel One in the freezer and it’s damn good; just big enough to make me loosen up a bit but not big enough to keel me over or slacken my typing. Andy is closing at work tonight. I still haven’t had any dinner.