A text message received from our federal/intergalatic friend during Friday’s workday:

“Eating cookies and calling it work
Eating cookies and calling it work
Eating cookies and hinging my limbs”

I’m going to admit something that, these days, is unfashionable.

I watch television.

I watch it, I like it, I have cable, and not just for the History channel or BBC World News.

I like to watch trashy reality shows on VH1. I like cooking shows. I could probably give you a detailed list of every Food Network personality. I like stupid shows aimed at women like all those ridiculous makeover shows that I know, intellectually, are dumb and condescending, but no one’s watching me in my little studio apartment, so what the hell.

Dear Diary:

I am finding myself increasingly politically isolated, especially within the American socio-political climate.

As a devout believer of Marxist-Leninism (though my desire to break off the oft imposing relations with the Soviets in the late 1950’s led some to believe otherwise), I am in a particular bind of late. Should I support the left movement in the United States, which often is a disparate conglomoration of ineffective organizations that are subtly pursuing their own agenda, or become apolitical and therefore compalcent to a defunct system of inequity?

Sigh, I just wish the forces of progress could unite under one message instead of feeling crushed by the stupidity of my peers and the immorality of my enemies.

night 1

consumed too much; went to clarendon

old friends are old burdens

woke up in a daze covered by a thin blanket; drove home

1 hour of traffic on saturday morning; melted away an afternoon

phone tag, complicated plans; walked a few miles

An employee in a crowded office who already spent most of the morning talking on the phone, referring to her son:

‘What a sorry ass motha fucker’