1. We just moved to a new Brooklyn apartment four days ago and now I'm in San Francisco.
  2. I won't see my wife again until Friday.
  3. I won't see our kid again until Sunday.
  4. I'm on my third drink.
  5. I'm hungry.
  6. My No. 2 just quit to go work at the magazine I used to dream about working at.
    (I don't wanna work there now--I am off on a much bigger, weirder adventure--but it still makes me feel feelings.)
  7. I was driving on the freeway today and "No Fun" by the Stooges came on and it reminded me of being a decade or so younger and a lot unhappier and driving on a different freeway and listening to "No Fun" by the Stooges.
  8. I'm sitting at the bar at Tosca Cafe, which is the closest I have in San Francisco to a home base.
  9. I have to buy new dress shoes before I fly to DC on Friday and that's always a lot of pressure.
  10. My brain feels like it's on the verge of cracking something, a significant and fascinating problem, and so I constantly feel like the little colored pinwheel whirring, frustrated and beautiful, on a MacBook.