Job interview was no good. The job is very uncreative in an environment that has a veneer of creativity. Soul-sucking. I was trying to decide if I should email them to tell them no pre-emptively, but I am pretty sure they won’t hire me anyhow. My lack of enthusiasm probably showed through my nods and smiles. Thursday night I cooked a mediocre dinner. Friday I met Kelly for happy hour. The bartender overheard us talking about books and recommended The Game which I’d read about somewhere. Went over to my old apartment where August and Dan were preparing their shopping cart for the idiotarod, which is like the dog-sled race in Alaska, except that it is humans with shopping carts wearing crazy costumes drunkedly racing across NYC. Met up with Gino late that night. He was hammered and I was not. Actually didn’t have a hangover on Saturday. Me and Jennie went uptown to see some art, shop, and have some chain restaurant pizza. That night a bunch of us went to the same building where the party was last weekend and went to a differnt party. It was pretty good. I ran out of beer and found a bottle of gin. It got worse after that. Do not go down gin alley. Of course I felt like shit today. I forced myself to go to the outsider art festival, it was really great stuff, but I was so hungover it was hard to enjoy. Slept the rest of the day and had a cheeseburger brought to me.