Michael Stipe is gracious.

Met him on the street last night. He looks like hell but he's quite nice.

I just ate overpriced jumbalayla. It was delicious. Am counting the hours until I meet with a dude to talk about my play. Most of the annoying people in my office are currently out of the office, which brings me much joy.

I am tired of being overworked, supremely underpaid and unrecognized.

7 Grain bread is somewhat tasty but it's really dense. And thick.

Gabe, you're bringing some of your ire back into your blog, which is nice to see. But it sounds like you're writing to a specific audience, which makes me sad. You really don't have to prove anything to anyone. If you want to be successful, go do it. And do it for yourself. Not because you owe someone something. And in the mean time, maybe keep the self-deprecating, rage-filled persona around as a persona if nothing else . . . I miss him.