This ain't no romance novel.

I don't want to write anything in here. Any wry observation or interesting anecdote is converted into fiction and put in the novel. I have over 9,000 words now. I'm getting ready to post a new segment. I'll probably write a lot today because both of the main attorneys are out of the office.

Not that everything happening to my protagonist is happening to me right now, but still.

Liza, you've come up in conversation approximately 26487 times in the past week. I'd like to hang out soon. (I think limenal would agree, though I'm not specifically speaking for her.) I can give back some of your things too, and maybe we can exchange other things. Or we could just get drunk and play the Full House game. Maybe we should make plans now for watching the new season of The Osbournes or something similar.

I got an e-mail back from my mom regarding the e-card I sent her for her birthday. Still no mention of the holidays. Spineless bastards. Why can't they just explicitly disown or disavow or dis me like normal people?

But in good news, I have leftover stuffed pizza for lunch.

Speaking of exorcising demons...

Tomrrow night I"m going to see Future Bible Heroes at Schuba's with New!Mark. (Not to be confused with Mark III) who I may or may not call. I just talked to him on the phone. He sounds exactly like the infamous Joe Murphy of my past, and one of the few guys in college I could have absolutely married. Not so much that I was that in love with him or even had that much of a crush on him, but just because he was so hilarious and not always intentionally. He's one of those people in your life that you maybe only have 15 hours of time in your life that you actually spend together, but you never forget a minute of any of them. He's a character.

I'm sure he's going into my novel too. I just want to tell him tomorrow that even if he doesn't want to fuck me, to promise he'll still be my friend because he's so outrageous. I'm not explaining him well at all.

Sample from the conversation:
(while describing ourselves for meeting tomorrow, I've just said I have almost no hair)
"Well, I have long hair. Or longish hair. I'm growing out, y'know, cause, y'know....short hair sucks."

It made me laugh. He didn't even care that I just said I had short hair. But he wasn't saying it in way of slighting me at all.

I'm still not explaining this well at all. Let's just but it this way -- he's sort of record store clerk nerdy and snobby, but completely awkward and goofy to temper it.

I'm going to go cut my hair and take a shower now.