Dead Time Warner wifi in the apartment with the repair guy not able to visit until next Tuesday. ATT air-card wifi on the laptop spotty at best and randomly disconnnecting whenever it feels like it. An urgent visit to the local post office required due to curious refusal of postman to leave letters addressed to me here, and a screening of Crazy Heart at 11 am in Manhattan. I have all this good stuff to post but I know when I’m temporarily beaten. All she wrote until mid-afternoon.
Detective #1: “I think God hates me.” Detective #2: “Hate him right back. Works for me.” What film? Easy one.
