On getting neither the Newcombe nor the ACLS for next year.

[Someday to be revealed: the books at play in all of this.]
She opens the little book, after studying its cover carefully, turning the thing over and over in her hands, like a surgeon fingering a heart just before the transplant. No: not heart. Liver. Liver surely. That was what they thought [...]

A running list, to be added to on Tuesdays.

The Very Bad Girlfriend (henceforth vbg) will:
1. Drink all your 12- and 14-year-old single malts while you are at work. Though it is unlikely that you will notice until rather far down the line. (I imagine she will still be with you then, though she will probably not admit to having drunk [...]

It was mostly Pink Floyd.

He told me a story once, he did, about how when he was a little boy and it was the summertime, just before the monsoon season, so it was an oppressive heat and there weren’t yet any mangoes to eat so you could very easily sit around and think about eating mangoes but it wouldn’t [...]

Questions to which you don’t necessarily want the answers.

Did you listen to that album I gave you yet?
Why do you have two espresso machines?
You went through how many bottles last week?
When are you due?
Are you as excited as I am about your chapter?
What number is that? (Alt.: How many is that for today, then?)
Why are revenge tragedies good metaphors for brain lesions?*
Why [...]

Three items.

One. The culmination of two years’ work as a principal assistant.

Two. A thought on getting a package in the mail.

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Three. The most delicious fucking thing I have ever fucking tasted.