A Sign of Armageddon: I went to McDonald’s tonight, and was given BOTH a Golden Dollar and a Susan B. Anthony dollar in change. They are sitting in unholy union on top of my scanner glass right now, two bucks worth of Evil Omen.
Boy, how right I was! Seven hours after I posted that bit, my Internet access mysteriously stopped working. The router, a Covad 8019, had mysteriously come unplugged in my LAN room. The address of the US Mint is 801 9th street. I’ve obviously messed with powers beyond my comprehension.
I went with my friend Jennifer Lindner to see the Oscar De La Joya/Sean Coley fight last February. I e-mailed a few friends about the fight, and my mom asked me to post what I’d written, so here it is!
PS. Hi mom!
According to the chart on my bathroom wall (that’s a sticky picture of it,) I’m actually starting to see some results from all the sessions I’ve been having with Jason Bravo, a personal trainer at New York Sports Club. I’m really glad of that, because it HURTS! Also, it’s kind of embarrassing — I’ll go into the free weight room with him, where all the “A” level gym people are, and I’ll huff away at weights that wouldn’t keep the papers on your desk in a stiff breeze. I make some pretty good faces, though — I look like Mark Wahlberg getting electrocuted in “Three Kings.”