Today’s soundtrack: good times around the corner
Today at 10:02pm: Cooking. (out of cash)


I’m up and I’m down. After a three-week hiatus The Corporation finally started using me again. Past few weeks have been a blur. Had to pull a couple all-nighters to put the Japanese bag project to bed. Also the Germans ain’t paid me yet. Where’s my money you lousy krauts. I’ll take it in Marks if I have to, just cut my cheddar.

So Seiji scored an extra ticket to the Knicks-Rockets game last night. I was all psyched to go and see Yao Ming. Then I remembered today is Lam’s birthday and I didn’t get him nothing yet so I gave the ticket to him. Lam would appreciate it more anyway; he’s a hardcore basketball fan whereas I have never paid attention to more than seven consecutive minutes of basketball in my life. I heard that Yao guy is good though.

My upcoming Cornell gig fell through, but at the end of the month I’m off for Madison, Wisconsin. I’m actually excited to go because I’ll get to see a new state. Tell you the truth I’m not even sure exactly where Wisconsin is but I know it’s up north and I think it’s shaped like a mitten.

I’m so sleep-deprived nothing is making sense. I’m scared fuckless of subterreanean bioterror attacks so the other day I walked to work. It’s about sixty fucking blocks each way and it takes an hour. I was tired but cyanide-free from avoiding the subway. I don’t want to die underground, it’s bad enough you’re going to bury me there.

Every day since then I’ve taken the subway just halfway (along the unlikely-to-be-attacked route) then walked the rest of the way. It’s my bad luck that I’m off one of the most populous subways with the busiest station stops.

From all the extra walking the shoes are putting weird bruises on my feet. It’s good exercise, no? Al Qaeda is indirectly helping me get in shape. And hapkido takes up the slack. It’s too bad you can’t destroy anthrax spores with roundhouse kicks.

Tony scored a copy of “Infernal Affairs” so I’m having a little screening at my place tomorrow night. Gonna have to borrow the neighbor’s Big TV. (I have little tv.)

Holy shit, I saw “Hero” today and it’s fucking goooood. I almost cried and shit, like a little bitch. I don’t know why the Jet wastes his time with DMX when he could be making that good Zhang Yimou shit. This one is hot and has somehow made me even more in love with Maggie Cheung. This is a fucking movie movie. It took me away and all that. On weeks like these, the Kingdom of Qin is so much better than downtown Manhattan.