Saturday productive; Sunday unproductive. I saw W.; it sucks. Freaked about getting references for a grant I probably will miss the deadline for. Saw friends; rewrote much of Strangelets. I'm trying to read Infinite Jest from beginning to end now. I read J.A. Tyler's The Girl in the Black Sweater; enjoyed it; fervid, intense. Somehow caused a terrible scene late last night that resulted in lots of crying; WHY CAN'T PEOPLE BE MORE DISPASSIONATE? Everyone is looking at me like this:
I am involved in a reading this Wednesday at Bluestockings Books with Jackie Corley and Marty Beckerman. Probably some other ones soon. You can pre-order Midnight Picnic but the date is wrong, it's not out yet. I don't know why the date is wrong. It should be available in early November. And there should be, like, a cover picture up. I feel like people have masks on when they talk to me; I'm feeling puzzled/disgusted today.