I finished The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao today and afterwards I felt like I had died. I almost cried, in Dunn Brothers, reading that fucking last line. I walked out dazed, bought a six pack of beer for tonight. I wasn't carded even though I haven't been to that liquor store since last August. I must look old today. I got a haircut. It looks pretty much the same since most of the hair she cut off was in the back and even then it was only an inch. I don't know what to read next. I was thinking One Hundred Years of Solitude but I don't know that I can do that right now. I wtote something today. For the first time in a couple of weeks. I would post it, but I can't.