when i moved up here, duluth and i had a beautiful relationship. i loved it. and it loved me right back.
duluth and i got in a big fight tonight. i wanted to break up with it. i wanted to do something rash, like cheat on duluth with minneapolis. i didn't. but i did tell duluth to suck a body part that i don't actually have. and i also showed duluth a finger i probably shouldn't have shown it. not only did i say nasty things about duluth, i yelled expletives and publicly mocked duluthians.
i don't know if duluth and i will be the same again after tonight. i am not ready to forgive it for its betrayal. i am also far from ready from asking for forgiveness for the awful things i said about it. duluth is going to have to accept the fact that it made two of its coolest and hippest imports dissolve into vengeance, and it is just going to have to learn from its mistake.

i bought a hunter s. thompson novel on wednesday night. i don't know if he wrote more than one fiction book. it's called the rum diary and i really like it. i read his column on page 2 of espn.com every now and again when i remembered to. i knew who he was, i knew what he wrote and what he did, but i didn't really know anything about him until after he died.

i found a passage in the rum diary that i really like. it's one of those passages that i'd want to paint on a wall or something, just to remind myself of the concept of crazy writing abilities.

"he turned his old living room into a small piano bar, and got a pianist from miami, a thin, sad-faced man called nelson otto. the piano was midway between the cocktail lounge and the patio. it was an old baby-grand, painted light grey and covered with special shellac to keep the salt air from ruining the finish -- and seven nights a week, through all twelve months of the endless carribbean summer, nelson otto sat down at the keyboard to mingle his sweat with the weary chords of his music."

that blows my mind.

ladies and gentlemen...
..i have the flu.

well, that's not totally true. i had the flu. i mean, i don't feel great, but i feel a lot better than i did. i went to health services yesterday afternoon. "well of course you're sick!" the nurse says to me. "you can see your glands sticking out of your neck!" she forbade me to leave the apartment until at least wednesday.

i never thought i'd say it, but thank god for class tomorrow. i can only watch so many celebrity reality tv shows in one sitting.

there were many nice surprises this weekend. bowling was a beautiful thing. the little black books were really good (i hear they have a killer website)... although i made an ass out of myself in front of mark. well done.

and that's all for numero uno.