"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Stressed, lonely, and covered in Cream of Wheat.

Went downstairs a half hour ago, realizing I'd forgotten to kick a sleeping Pete off the couch to go pick up his suit for yet another wedding this weekend. Instead, there's a note on the coffee table:


Have a horrible weekend fuckhead. - Pete

Made me laugh.

Pete++

Now I need to figure out what the hell do to with myself this weekend.

September 10, 2004 7:21 PM