My mom forgot that I had moved.

Army of Loneliness

My roommate was recently laid off and doesn't have many friends in this town. So when I came home from a show at about 2:30am he was eager to chat and began describing the elaborate graphic novel trilogy he was working on. Though I was relieved and encouraged to know that the hours he spends playing video games and watching B-movies may ultimately be fruitful, all my admiration disintegrated around 4am, just as he was launching into the third installment.

Ring of Boredom

Since I moved into my own place (discounting my three stranger roommates) last month I have frequently been asked, "so, what do you do after work?"

Well: I sat down to catch up my correspondence at about 10pm, but instead ended up watching all of Adam Lambert's American Idol performances and then reading every comment on Perez's "Adam Lambert Comes Out in His Own Way" post.

I usually answer "...work out."