dispatch from the suburbs

Greetings, audience. I come to you this evening from the Eastern Suburbs, where I have already watched one hour-long documentary about the RFK assassination and done some reading for class. It’s sort of a lot like 1999 or something.

Speaking of which, tomorrow I attend the wedding of the young man whom I befriended in high school and beroommated freshman year of college. I just got a little sketched that I couldn’t remember if it was at 3:00 or 2:00, and the invitation is at my house in the city and I’m not there, but then I used the remarkable magic of archived Gmail chats to determine the true time. Thank heavens for Google.

It’s fairly clear at this point that I have nothing of merit to say right now, so I’m going to “let you go,” as people who are tired of talking to you on the phone say, and sometime later I’ll tell you about the books and records I bought today at Half Price Books. Try not to lose sleep over the suspense.