Sorry bout the Spector

I needed to throw up something dumb and scary to clear my head.

Things I want to do when I send off the first draft of this monster article I’m drowning in:

– inventory my DVDs
– finish the new Michael Chabon
– buy some Jacksons records (i.e. the post Jackson 5 stuff)
– run 5 miles
– Geez, I dunno. Girls?