oh, there's my chair.

Walked across my room in pitch black. So, hope you get my joke with the title and all.

Just finished Ham on Rye by Charles Bukowski. I don't know why Literature Professors are so down on him. Just because he's not symbolic does not mean he doesn't have something to say. I especially love the ending page. I think it has a lot to say. There's a poem Bukowski wrote, My Old Man, that seems to be featured in this novel. It was eerie. I've read that poem a couple dozen times and that, I don't know. It's trivial why that was such a big moment for Bukowski.

Now, I have to find the stomach to finish Women. The whole popping of the pimples to be sexually aroused is just gross. I don't know, maybe I'm weird.

Been listening to Too Afraid to Love You by The Back Keys for the past hour.