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Thursday, May 05, 2005


Random life-situation update . . . as if my gentle readers actually read out of interest in my personal affairs:

So I'm staying in St. Louis over the summer. Things are going well as far as my intended livelihood. I'll be living in a boarding house owned by a grizzled massage therapist named Patrick. My room is the tiny one on the top floor with a futon for a bed and a fold-down shelf for a desk. The rent is fair and the neighborhood is safe. I'll be living in the "De Mun" area, populated with fashionable wine bars and "produce markets." It's the sort of place I think an angsty, bohemian writer would live, which pleases me. All I need now is a battered typewriter and tuberculosis.

Two nights ago, I found out that my four hours of interview at Modai Sushi Lounge were not in vain. Fuck San Sai Sushi grill. Fuck it in the ear. Modai is immeasurably better. They play techno and lounge music every night. The sushi is made by a pair of wizened Japanese men. The bar has "mood lighting." It's the sort of place I would love to go for dinner and dancing, as well as the sort of place I would imagine angsty, bohemian writer would waitress at night.

Pair Modai with a part-time job at the Olin Library archive, and I'm fuckin' set. This is going to be one awsome summer.

If only I could keep Alan here with me . . . I'm going to miss the boy when he isn't visiting. Miss him like I'd miss a square-foot patch of skin from my back. Goddamn.


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