Several days of constant movement. Went swimming (for real, at a gym, with laps and so forth, not at a drunken pool party) for the first time in a while. I used to swim all the time in high school. I am so out of shape. Thank god for metabolism.
Emails are eating my life. Haven't done any writing at all since Friday because I have so many emails to write and I have to write an application for a grant although it seems unlikely I'll get the grant. But this morning I was awake at 6 AM because I slept at my friend Laura's house and then I decided to go swim again and while swimming, I had an exciting idea. So that's good.
I saw the Louise Bourgeois exhibition at the Guggenheim last night. There was a lightning bug flying around the rotunda; I'm not sure if that was part of the exhibit, somehow, or if it wandered in from the park. Here's a story by Blake Butler in the new elimae. I'm really tired. I saw The Strangers. The first forty minutes contain some truly creepy stuff. "Is Tamara home?" The end is unmemorable.
The reading on Wednesday night went well.