Elsewhere

Work has taken over my life, for as far into the future as I can see (which isn't very far). Work dreams wake me up with a start at four am, work leaves me a bored, slacker-zombie at the end of the day who can barely life his Chipotle burrito to his lips and whose too-fried brain has trouble following Simpsons plot lines, work leaves me with a sense of vertigo at the sight of printed words on a page. I am drowning in discourse.

I'll be better soon. In the meantime, will one of my Brooklyn friends please take in Minneapolis's adopted runaway son Jaime Hook? Here's his craiglist posting-- the homunculine needs a bed, people! I miss him already. He injected a bit of life into this city. It was nice going to hip events in the city and wondering if he was going to sleep with one of my young, impressionable and drunk girlfriends. How can you pass up this:

I hope to find the sort of awkward, "helllo" in the morning, refuse-to-acknowledge-use-of-the-bathroom type of living situation that only the glory of New York City can fuel. I am looking for roommates who are not above acting passive-aggressive, and who will tease me for my emerging dietary supplements. I also hope to pay too much for whatever accommodation I may find.

Also, there's a new upscale Mexican restaurant opening on Nicollet Mall in Minneapolis. Does anyone else think there's something odd about the name "Masa"? Say it outloud. Say it again.

For those of you who I haven't seen for a while since work got insane, wanna meet up at either The Decemberists or The New Pornographers shows?