Dammit! I hate myself again!

It just crept up on me. I didn't smell it...must've been downwind. Anyway, the reason for it is that Mark Christiansen is forcing me to write poetry. And (this is where the self-loathing comes in) I kind of enjoy it.
I've always thought that poetry ranked up there with creative nonfiction on the list on non-genres, and I still do. I guess I'm getting soft. Although, I was kicked out of the 209 Bar last week. If Ben reads this, I wasn't mad at you.