Aside from the freelance work I'm going to be doing for American Photo and the applications to Penguin-Putnam, there is also an opening at Premiere as a copy editor that a friend on the inside has recommended me for. Dear god, what'll happen if I wait another week for work? Will I win the lottery? Be awarded the position of President of the United States after a freak series of impeachments and disqualifications? Will Bill Gates ask me what to do with his money over dinner at Nobu?

Probably best to count one's chickens quite yet. Off I go to write another (UGGGGH) cover letter.

Today I went to see The Fast Runner with Nora. A three hour long movie based on an Inuit legend. All in Inuit. Very fun, although quite a marathon. By the time it was over I could speak the language myself. We went to Doc's afterwards for a beer and she showed me some photos she took of Durham and Charlottesville. They were stunning. There were several of windows in abandoned houses taken from the outside that totally won me over (but then my roommates claim I'm colorblind, which doesn't help my case.)

Fulminous and I have started playing a fun game, a really inventive and exceptional game, which we like to call Beat The Crap Out Of Each Other. It goes like this:

(1) Walk up to your opponent (make sure to have gotten their consent at some point beforehand.)

(2) Hit your opponent at on the shoulder as hard as you can without putting your hips or torso into it.

(3) Turn your shoulder to your opponent so that he or she may do the same.

(4) Repeat until bored again.

Up until today I bruised his shoulder and suffered nary a scratch, but earlier he cheated and punched me on the leg, which I'm afraid may even the score.

I'll get you yet, Fulminous. Just you wait. Maybe you'll be stepping out of the shower. Maybe you'll be stirring your mac 'n' cheese. Maybe you'll be checking your diary- bwahahahaha! Maybe you'll even be asleep. But I will get you. Fear not. I will. In an unrelated event:
Which Member of the Endless Are You?