Just got these in the mail when I dragged my tired ass home from work. So here are some pictures taken by the lovely Molly Jo Rose. Top left is the outside of the lodge, where we had a grill cooking Iowa meat; top right is me looking goofy after making, no doubt, an awkward joke; bottom right is me and a graduate poetry student talking I believe about his hometown of Allentown, PA; and bottom left is me reading inside the lodge, paying a small homage to Spalding Gray by using one of the beautiful wood tables lying about.
Thanks to Molly for sending these, and everybody in Iowa. Seems so long ago, but it wasn't even a month

crazy pills I get Friday off b/c of Reagan. Good. I don't know how you people handle this working five days a week thing. Maybe it would help if I weren't out carousing every night, only getting a few hours of sleep. I bet I'd feel less assy then.
Today was extremely productive, all things considered. I'm writing a brief in support of a motion to dismiss under Rule 8(a). See what happens when you send us a 93-page complaint? [Pages: 93. Paragraphs: 305. Statement of Facts: 53 pages. Counts: 5. Coherency: 0.] Yeah, and I might write a motion to strike and a motion for a more definite statement. I call it... the shotgun approach.
No, I'm just kidding. But I did write a motion and most of a brief today. Huzzah!
When I got home, I did a little laundry, cleaned my room for the first time in months, and cleaned my bathroom. That's more than I've done in a long time, seeing as the past few nights, I've just gone out and boozed it up.
Highlight of the night: Reno 911 season premiere. It wasn't very good, but damn I love that show. I was laughing out loud.
Keep fightin the good fight, kids.