I HAVEN’T HAD A FUCKING CIGARETTE FOR FOUR WEEKS AND I’M PRETTY DAMNED PLEASED WITH MYSELF. (Hardly doing well in the area of trashy erotic shoes, however.)
I continue to work relentlessly on this hired-gun book project like a character in Johnny Cash song, but -- primarily by not sleeping -- I managed my last shot of loathing at Bush before the election. Do read it. It’s loaded with classic science fiction allusions.
And also a riff on attack ads.
I swear Doc40 will be back to normal as soon as possible. If only because I like doing it.
The secret words are Salt Mine