I smoked my first yosi for the year. I wasn’t going to but what the hell am I supposed to answer to ‘Do you want to smoke?’ in a very non-busy working day but ‘Yes.’ Work is really undemanding lately that some girl noticed how I’d always be the first to brew the morning’s coffee, which I took as a sign of romantic interest, but which I later realized could be her way of ridiculing me, the 15th floor coffee fiend. Either way, I’m very sure there was no romance involved.
I committed my first offense of the year. I have been a very punctual trabahador in the last couple of days but mainly I was motivated to finish printing the unpublished JD Salinger stories, with about 500 pages. This being a rich corporation, I didn’t think anybody would mind if the printer ran out of ink or toner or paper. It takes skill to pretend to be busy. My workplace is truly nice.
I cannot get over the first book I re-read this year. The Virgin Suicides (Jeffrey Eugenides) has all the elements of a good book. I’m not really sure what elements are needed to qualify any book as good. Lux Lisbon and Trip Fontaine are probably two of the most fascinating literary character names of the last decade. Either that or I haven’t been reading much. If I would ever have kids, I’d name them Lux and/or Trip.