well - glad i know that. heh.

i read the book on the plane back from mexico....what a fucking depressing read. i think it contributed to my sense of surreal reality and the fact that i wanted to clock the blonde chick that butted in front of me in the line for customs. yeah....it was all the books fault. that behavior was so unlike me.

seriously....having slid down my own slippery slopes of escapism and bad judgement so skillfully illustrated in this book, i found myself on a familiar and unsettling ride. and, yes, cynthia....memories of hangovers and other morning afters were pretty graphic - and well done....... bleeeeccch!

i'll find out - i was just wondering about that!