I got up this morning and drove nine hours from Montreal to Fredericton in the god damn Cobramobile. I’m sitting at the Fredericton library right now.

All I ate today was bagels, but I ate a lot of them, and they were good.

Yesterday I drove from Toronto to Montreal and arrived in the golden part of the late afternoon. I was just cruising around Mile End looking at stuff. I saw a pigeon flapping through the air with an entire bagel in its beak. Due to the weight of the bagel, the pigeon was having a bit of trouble getting the required height to escape being hit by my car. It was a close one for that pigeon. Moral of the story: don’t get greedy unless you’re sure you can get away with it.

What a weekend, I’ll probably write all about it but for now this is just a quick note for the benefit of those of you who were wondering if I was actually going to make it.

I’ve got a couple books by Donald Barthelme that I’m going to sign out and take back to Gaspereau Forks. I used to love this guy when I was a teenager. Lots of writers I liked back then haven’t stuck with me very well (Richard Brautigan, Jack Kerouac, that guy who wrote Catch-22) whereas others I still find enjoyable to this day (William S. Burroughs). I wonder if Barthelme is still good. I have a feeling he is. Go read this: The First Thing The Baby Did Wrong. Here’s a whole pile of stuff. Here’s Wikipedia.

I wonder what’s going on in Fredericton tonight? I haven’t gotten more than four hours sleep the past couple of nights. If I were to lie down I’m sure I would be fast asleep in about, umm, 45 minutes. In other words maybe I’ll go lie down in my car, and drive back home.