Jet lag

It's 1:30 am and I'm not even remotely tired.

This sucks.

Worse, I can't focus on anything. I've been trolling blogs for hours, reading really bad poetry. I tried and failed thrice to write a review about Bright Young Things. I'd like to think the critical laxity lies not just with how out of sorts I am, but also how forgettable the movie was. Though it can't have been too awfully forgettable, as I'm typing like one of the British little darlings right now. Annoying.

Blame that on the jet lag too.

On the upside, I found out what time this godforsaken town cools off: 1:12 am. Not a moment sooner.

I bought a couple books today, Invitation to a Beheading and Chronicle of a Death Foretold.

I think I'm going to go read them.

That is all.

Oh, and if you're feeling up to it (Omni, and any others) go here and see if these blogs have any huge errors (email me with fixes). This site is on my new, improved journalism resume, and has gone out to a few papers. I need to know how bad these posts are.

There's nothing new there, just selected crap from this junk.

Thanks.