I promised myself I'd blog every day once I'd handed in papers...that hasn't worked. I'd also promised myself I'd return to my workout routine long since abandoned for self-pity in the writing sessions. That kind of went out of the window with the burn on my bicep.

One thing I never thought would be hard to deal with is the smell of a healing burn. The day after I'd burnt myself, while I helped Mark move and neglected care, the burnt flesh smell almost made me barf so I vowed to be glad when I'd ditched those clothes and treated things.

Now it smells like B.O/Feet/Earthy Ejaculation. Its like cramming all your worst bodily smells into one open sore. Add to that the at-first-antiseptic cum old man's pipe smell of the antiseptic I'm using on it and you've got a veritable feast for the palate.

But enough about me and disgust. Let us talk about you...

Do you want to move in with us? We're still looking.

Don't you still love Miranda July? She still makes the most fun work.

Can you read a book online? I have trouble...but some manage to tickle me still.

What do you think of Lost? My distaste is waining as per the usual end of season pickup. woo?

Have you found any good summer t.v. yet? I like Drive and Shear Genius but...you know...do your own thang.

What should my new haircut look like? I need to impress my family/girls/film industry pros/girls who work in the film industry possibly as pros.

Oh well thats good. I'm going back to my smell.

Cam