Partly because I’m writing an essay on the weakness of the teleological approach to the passage of time in this novel, I’ve started to re-examine a lot of the things we say that get us though bad days and the like.

You know what’s bullshit? “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” I can tell you right now. This isn’t making me stronger.

PS: Who wants to buy me custom-made underpants? (A friend pointed me at this site and was all “They make custom sweatshirts!” But I couldn’t stop looking at the hot pants. I can’t think of anything good to have written on my hindquarters. I already have a pair that say “I SOLD MY SOUL FOR ROCK ‘N ROLL.” Can you really top that?)