YeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeah.
Entry's got nothing to do with the Flaming Lips. Or anything much for that matter.
Just that it really is summer now and probably will be my most joyously isolated one yet. I've come to realise how much I enjoy my lack of a desperation for a social life. When it sits in my lap, I mean, I don't throw it off, but I'm not going to call it up on the phone every day.
One thing I love about living here in the summer is Nantucket Nectar lemonade in my mouth for breakfast.
Today, I bought The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay. I'm giving Michael Chabon one more shot. I fell in love with him when I read Werewolves in Their Youth, and he scared me away with The Yiddish Policemen's Union. I've tried getting past page twenty or so in that one multiple times. So, here's another try.
And hopefully I'll not be a horrible person and get a ton of writing done this summer. As I haven't in far too long. My portfolio's stinkingly out of date, at least in the prose section. Lamesauce.
WHAT WOULD YOU DO.
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