In Lieu of a Real Entry:

January 22

A questionnaire, punk-rocked from Nick!

What's on your bedside table: I don't have a bedside table. Heather does. She has all sorts of fascinating things on it. When I used to have a bedside table, I had a clock and usually a book.

What is the geekiest part of your music collection: Being Clive Barker, which is essentially Clive Barker's mixed-tape.

What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night: I'm a club-sandwich eating mofo. I believe in the major-sandwich midnight-snack. Thank heavens bacon microwaves so well; makes it easy.

What is your secret guaranteed weeping movie: Hmm. The Maxx always makes me sad, but I don't remember when I've ever cried over a movie.

Do you have a completely irrational fear: Mild acrophobia.

What is the little physical habit that gives away your insecure moment: Umm... I used to play with my hair a lot when I was nervous. And I avoid eye contact.

Do you have too many love interests: Not at the moment.

Spontaneous or plan: Depends on the situation. I'm adaptable.

Who should play you in a movie about your life: The resurrected River Phoenix, I suppose. (He is a phoenix! He could rise any time!)

Do you know how to play poker: Hell, yeah. Taught myself to play out of a book when I was, like, nine. Then taught myself to cheat, do card manipulation, etc. All skills long since lost.

What do you carry with you at all times: My bag, pretty much, which contains notebooks, a small wooden boat, a rubber ball Jenn gave me. Otherwise, just keys, I guess.

How do you drive: Under duress.

Have you ever been in a play: I've played a turkey, George Washington, the cop in Bye Bye Birdie, and I've been in performance art pieces, which took place on stage but perhaps aren't strictly speaking "plays."

Who are your best friends: (in no particular order) Susan Marie & D & Scott & Heather Shaw.

Have you ever been in love: Yes.

Do poor, homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you: Sometimes.

If you could have plastic surgery, what would you have done: I'm happy with all my bits, thanks.

Do you ever have to beg: Not really. I doubt I'd be any good at it anyway.

Are you a pyromaniac: Not even remotely. Though I've written a few pyromaniacal characters, so I suppose something about the disorder fascinates me.

Do you know anyone famous: Eh. Some writers. So, yeah, for a given value of "famous." Nobody whose name any of my innumerable cousins would be likely to recognize, though.

Describe your bed: I don't have a bed. Heather's bed, where I mostly sleep, is a super-deluxe futon frame. With a futon mattress.

What do you miss most about being little: Nothing. Being a kid sucked. Now I can stay up late, eat ice cream for dinner, etc. Being an adult is far better.

Are you happy with your given name: Sure, Tim is fine. As for surnames... well, if I have kids they won't take my last name, but Heather's -- my last name is, I think, inelegant almost to the point of absurdity.

What color is your bedroom: I don't have a bedroom. Heather's bedroom is white. My garret (which functions as "my room," is where my clothes live, etc.) is also white.

What was the last song you were listening to: "Keeping You" by Tanya Donnelly is on right now.

Do you talk a lot: If I'm with people I feel comfortable with, yes, I talk terribly much. Almost never in the company of strangers or mere acquaintances, though.

Do you like yourself and believe in yourself: Yes. I rule.

Have you ever done any illegal drugs: Yes, though never any of the nastily addictive ones, and I like to think I've never helped finance a drug warlord even remotely. My money has always gone to people who are handy with a chemistry set, or who don't mind tromping around in cowfields.

Do you think you're cute: Sometimes. Self-image is variable.

Do you consider yourself to be a nice person: I consider myself a deeply insensitive, self-involved, fundamentally misanthropic person who makes an effort to be nice.

Do you spend more time with your girlfriend, boyfriend, or your friends: Girlfriend, by a margin of about a million. Most of my good friends live far away; those that do not live far away are frequently busy; Heather lives in my house. Thus, she wins. She's also one of the few people in the world I almost never get tired of spending time with.

Words written since February 1, 2002: 207,200

Words written since last entry:
0. Was gonna write, but realized we had to do laundry tonight, and so we did that instead.

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