Finally acquired a bag that represents my professional authority and class. Recently obsessed over a long review of a heroic story collection from a Cherokee indian who will be in Flagstaff soon for the book festival. Eddie's the real deal. Martin Amis said if you don't wet your pants in front of the guys you revere, you're pathetic, but I think I can suppress it just fine. Immediate plans involve quaffing this here mug of pineapple tea (a gift from Mom's Hawaiian cousins that she re-gifted to me) and going to bed (Tar Heel game and a shower preceding).