I forget what happened luck-wise the last time I killed a spider, but this time I watched the spider instead of smashing it to death on my wall, the mark still there as a testament to my laziness, cruelty, and lack of paper towels. Oh yeah, and I also felt the need to record the spider, along with taking a few new glam shots of Sophie, all of which occurred this fine Sunday morning.
Soon I'll read the Sunday newspapers, as the news around these parts is pretty quiet, and I need to think about what's happening in the world at large, and not just in Wicker Park. After that I am checking out a friend's reading at a bar for a literary festival. I'm not a huge fan of listening to writers read, and prefer to just read on the page, but sometimes it is nice to get out of my apartment. The compulsion that drives people to participate in open mikes is probably similar to the one that drives people to blog, so I should show my support of a different sort of creative expression.
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