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I was woken up this morning around 5 a.m. by a phone call from detectives, dealing with yet another unbelievablely depressing crime that occurred in the wee hours. It could have been worse is about all I can say. That's about all you can ever say. I'm convinced that the human race is going to breed itself out of existence. Bah. I'm definitely ready for a vacation. Less than two weeks now until my last official "visit" back east before the big move. Time seems to move slowly and quickly all at once, probably the consequence of having so many things to do and wanting to already have them done. In another strange turn of events, I may have a paid gig writing erotic stories for graphic novels. That's smutty comics to us common folk. The thought of paying my law student loans with the proceeds from stories about people getting fucked seems to be the funniest sort of poetic justice. My life cracks me up sometimes. It's too hot today to do anything other than lie around in a state of semi-dress and semi-conciousness---alternating between napping, reading, and watching old movies; so that's exactly what I'm going to do.