It appears that I may have had too much of the bourbon whiskey.

I had intended to write an essay on reactions to the Middle East conflict vis-à-vis the divisive American political system, but I realized that I had no time tonight to do proper research to avoid turning it into the same type of knee-jerk partisan reactionism that I was going to complain about.

Terrorists are plotting to assassinate a presidential candidate; my wife and daughter have been targeted; and people I work with may be involved in both. I’m federal agent Jack Bauer, and today is the longest day of my life.

I was listening to “Cannonball” by the Breeders, and I accidentally smashed everything in the apartment with my frenetic dancing.

I was too busy talking to my mom on the phone, on account of it being Mothers’ Day and all.

I want to give a shout-out to Heath for sending me an email full of many complimentary words. Go visit his site! He writes more often than I do, and about things that are far more interesting and journalisty. Go to!