This weekend I've been reading a horror novel about flowering vines that eat people. It's pretty good. On Saturday night I foolishly agreed to go to a birthday party for someone I didn't know; the birthday party was at nightclub. The nightclub blasted music at such volume that it was literally painful to stand near it.* I retreated to the coat check area and read the latest issue of The Missouri Review, which includes a diverting story called "The Shoe Soiler."
Sunday I just stayed in bed and wrote a story about Saddam Hussein.
*something's wrong with my right ear. it hurts and makes tcchh! tcchh! noises when things are too loud or when i yell.