Oh, Archie.

Well, Archuleta came in second place in the contest. And that’s all right. Because he’ll put out a compact disc and I’ll pluck down the money for it. He’s the best. And I care not for all the words against him, either. Sticks and stones.

I wrote a new poem, which may inspire a new short story. Rather than express any kind of excitement, we’ll see if it happens.

It’s cloudy…and I’m, um, ok with it.

I haven’t had a diet soda in 2 weeks! I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. But I do miss you, Diet Mountain Dew.

Thoughts may be coming like this: weird and choppy and pithy. What can I say? I’m trying to be the poor man’s Dorothy Parker.