I am stuck with this killer headache caused from lack of proper sleep. Despite the abundance of sex I had yesterday I still couldn't drop off till 6am. Remember that free-floating anxiety I mentioned? Well, the way it works is that you start thinking about something and before you know it your thinking about it in a very panicky way, like the sky is gonna fall on your head or something. It really is no fun. Weed tends to get rid of it, in fact, probably pretty much any drug will, but I'm dry as the Sahara at the moment so I just got up and read stuff on the net and did some blogging.

I'd never heard of Dave Eggers until early this morning. I'd heard of his book, A heartbreaking work of staggering genius, through a friend who said it was amazing. Well, with a title like that, I'd bloody hope so! Anyway, reading my way through the latest issue of nerve I came across what seemed a very reverential reference to him so I thought I'd google his ass. I followed a link which brought me to some more links, which pointed to mcsweeney's, a very good literary-type website he founded, and to The Believer, which is the website of a dead-tree zine he set up. Both are seemingly excellent and irreverent. I've got a feeling I'm really going to like this guy when I finally read that book of his, which I've asked my sister to get me for my birthday (which is this Saturday).

I find it quite amazing that I'd never heard of him before because he seems to right up my street (idiom). I'm gonna mission around Cardiff and see if I can't track down an issue of the believer, reckon I could probably get waterstones to order it for me.

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