Trouble-making Sissypantsers

So it turns out that Doron's city really is full of wimpos. I thought Doron was one of the few. The city council of Minneapolis decided that serving alcohol in conjunction with having events that feature fighting must, of course, encourage violence in the crowd and by the fans, so they shut down the event that I was supposed to fight in tomorrow.
Doron assumes that someone complained, and the city felt that they needed to act. But it would have been nice if they could have acted a bit farther out than 2 days from the event. It could have prevented me from dropping 15 pounds before this time came. I am okay with starving myself to make money, but starving myself for nothing is not something that I am too keen on.
A pox on you council members.

This morning presented some more proof that I am one of the most absentminded and detail-ignoring individuals around. I thought that I was going to presentation on character creation by Kent Nerburn (author of Neither Wolf Nor Dog) at 10 this morning. Turns out that I was late for the 10 AM start time and that the event had actually started at 9 AM. So I got to see none of the event and got a dirty look from a prof that I had told I would be here. I went to his lecture last night, and I am sitting around in the commons waiting for a special interview with him at 11.
Neither Wolf Nor Dog, a book that I believe I blogged about at some time in the past (I guess I should get tags for my blog so these things could be easily drawn up), was chosen by the school as a book of great merit or some shit like that. Anyway, about a thousand freshmen and some other students are reading it this semester (I had it for a class last Spring), so they keep crowding up the events. They bring laptops and make noise and leave early and generally annoy me. I doubt that they get much out of the event. Man, I am a snooty prick.
I doubt have much ambition for fiction prose writing, but I'll go to the events about character creation just for the heckity hey hey of it.

I sleep a lot lately. Little over nine hours last night. I rather enjoy this now. I don't really understand why I am able to do this. I should be really busy, and I am, but I find time for sleep. School work is sacrificed, but I get readings done, and my grades haven't begun to suffer yet.

Blah blah blah....I need to finish another Salman Rushdie essay now.

Peace.