It was a very long week at the day job, but I think I'm finally getting into the swing of it. However, by Friday night I was totally zonked out. I grabbed some dinner, came home and worked on a second draft of the new poem. It still needs a ton of work, but I'm happy with it. I've written about two poems in two months time, which I consider a dry spell. I also read a brilliant new chapbook and wrote a blurb for it at the poet's request. I'll be pimping it here as soon as he gives me the thumbs up.
On Saturday, I slept in late (until noon) but felt really lethargic and had zero motivation. I was supposed to be a surprise guest at The Rent Show reading at Urban Grind coffee house, but I begged off. I hope they'll have me back. Instead, I wound up on the couch watching all four hours of Gandhi on Turner Classic Movies. I think I first saw Gandhi in 1986 when I had a crush on a college boy who was trying to politicize me. I would have watched paint dry to sit next to college boy in a dark room for four hours, but I didn't remember very much about the film. It's brilliant. Ben Kingsley -- who was a ringer for the real Gandhi -- definitely earned that Oscar in 1982.
Today, I felt better, so I went over to the Office Depot and bought the new bookcase (pictured). It's black, three shelves and took forever to assemble. Why can't you just buy a damn piece of furniture already assembled these days? Well, I guess you can, but you have to pay extra, and I don't have extra to spend. For $49, I guess I can't complain. It does look good -- basic black -- and it has given me tons of new shelf space for all the poetry collections I own. It also allowed me to get rid of the ugly, laminate two-shelfer I bought at Crate & Barrel back in the mid-90s. I'm also chucking a floor lamp circa 1991. I thought I might put them on Freecycle, which is sorta like Craigslist where you offer stuff for free rather than put it in the trash.