I haven’t thought of a thing all day. No, really. I can’t remember a single thing that’s crept on rats’ feet through the broken glass between my ears.
I read Molly Ivins’ column on the purge at the CIA…
Bad Nooz. In the first place, the concept of “purge” has not hitherto played much part in our history, and now is no time to start. Considerable pains have been taken to protect the civil service from partisan pressure for extremely good reasons.
“Disloyalty to Bush,” or any president, is not the same as disloyalty to the country. In fact, in the intelligence biz, opposing the White House is sometimes the highest form of loyalty to country, since when we fight without good intelligence, we fight blind.
… and argued politics with my Dad a bit. That’s all. … My check engine light went out. In my pickup. It’s been on for a couple of days, but I couldn’t find anything wrong, and it’s running OK. Now the light is out. Got that going for me. Maybe vacuum. I know about vacuum …
I’m not feeling too good about my writing tonight. Has anybody read the chapter I posted last night? No. Well, I have. It sucks. It’s weak and thin and pale. It doesn’t flow. It’s a frankenchapter; hacked together from so many parts… It needs to be carefully, lovingly rewritten. By somebody else. … Goodnight.
Metaphor 