and so the fun begins.

not long ago, i arrived at john and zofie's townhouse in columbia, where i'll be housesitting and catspotting for the next week while john and zofie are at a family thing in north carolina. i want these days to be überproductive for me. i want to do a lot of thinking and reading and writing. you know, get started on the great american trash novel i know i'm destined to author.

however, tonight will not be a good time to get the creative juices flowing. this i can tell from the overnight bag i hastily threw together before leaving my house about an hour ago. it contains the following:

• lacrosse shorts
• ratty thrift-store T-shirt
• running shoes
• jogging jacket
• towel and washcloth
• deodorant
• queer as folk's second season on DVD
• martini shaker
• green light-up martini glass
• half-empty bottles of bacardi and smirnoff

i'm torn here. exercise and fresh air or cocktails and trashy television? these are the kind of problems i wanna have.