Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Jon isn't all that busy. Sure, he's not sitting at home watching Dr. 90210 or something, but still, he need not ignore us so. From a email he sent early today:
I woke up at 1 PM (awesome).
I went down the street to get coffee (awesome).
I read outside for a couple of hours (again, awesome).
I read from Miami and Salvador by Joan Didion (awesome).
I cleaned (not quite awesome, but left feeling v. accomplished).
I went down to Old Town to see a movie (awesome).
I went by myself because Joe and Christopher never called me back (slightly less than awesome).
I saw A Home at the End of the World (awesome, not as good as the book, slightly depressing).
I got on the train to head to Hyde Park for dinner (awesome).
I got a message from Christopher saying there is no dinner because they are fighting (rapidly descending into depression, given my fragile emotional state post-movie and resulting need to be around people I love).
I got a message from Chris saying we're having dinner at his house (awesome, coming back up).
I thought how smart I was just to get on the train (awesome).
I called Chris to tell him I was on my way, left message (awesome).
I receive call from Chris while already in the Loop and he says no dinner (rapid spiral back into depression).
I ride the train back around the circle of the Loop and up to my stop (depression continues).
I go sit at the lake and read and have a drink (awesome, sort of...)
I call my Mom (not helping the depression).
I try, unsuccessfully, to convince my Mom to vote for Kerry because the president hates her son's people (rage/depression).
I go to bar, drink with straight male friends (much, much better).
Monday, August 02, 2004
So Jon has disappeared on us.
The other day he and I were emailing when I jokingly requested he give to me his username and password. He has apparently forgotten this blog's existence; I've decided to rectify this most disappointing neglect.
So here I am. Ironic, really, since I rarely update my own blog.
Anyway, an update that most of Mr. Quinn's readers probably need not: Jon's moved. Jon's gainfully employed. Jon's still fabulous, and he's still playing some form of Russian Roulette with his liver.
And since it's something of a leit-motif here at HBTAD: Holy Shit!