5/28 I'm hot blooded-- check it and see

Crazy Jerry Falwell quote #7. "AIDS is the wrath of a just God against homosexuals. To oppose it would be like an Israelite jumping in the Red Sea to save one of Pharaoh's charioteers ... AIDS is not just God's punishment for homosexuals; it is God's punishment for the society that tolerates homosexuals." (How awesomely, unbelievably crazy is that? Good thing if homosexuality stopped tomorrow AIDS would still go on forever and ever (unless, you know, God gave us a vaccine)).

Anyway, I read The Tasman Peninsula Preservation Society in class today. And I rocked it. Sorry, I didn't say that enough like a rock star. I ROCKED IT!!! Let me hear you SCREAM!! Phillip said when I hit my stride I'm as good as Raymond Carver, which made me pee in my pants a little bit, like when that girl at San Marcos told me I make love to my words like Ginsberg. He thinks it could win The Melbourne Age short story contest (first prize: $3,000) but it's probably too long. In recent years the word limit has been 3,000 and I don't think I can swing that--4,000 definitely, 3,500 maybe, 3,000 highly unlikely. The good news is that I am basically done for the semester, so over the next 55 days I'm not obligated to write a god damn word if I don't want. Of course I will, but it will all be for me, or held in reserve so I can get a head start on the heavy work load next semester. And with luck, I'll have even better, and shorter, pieces to win myself some contest action with.

UniBar celebration with my long-lost friend Jack Daniels, then home to enjoy my new Counting Crows bootleg and Foreigner (check the title and see!). I started on the wine but wasn't feeling it, so I opted for water and plans for a morning run (very ambitious, that plan-- wish me luck!).

Drink Count: 5

I received a picture today that's so hot it would melt your monitors, so in the interest of public safety I won't post it.... yet. Instead, a pre-footy picture (check the awesome hair!)