The day, in bullet format:

• Felt poorly at waking. Tried to work a little from home, continued to feel poorly. Went back to bed. Woke from dreams of work. Less productive in dream than in waking. Hard to do.
• Watched South Park while eating chili. Was so into the episode that I downloaded the second part and watched it with Ladybug late in the evening. Disappointing to see that Comedy Central pussed out, even more disappointing to see conservative blowhards call the creators unprincipled little whores and call on them to resign. Explain to me how them resigning would make any sense at all.
• Went to DPI for a meeting that I had in my palm as an hour-and-a-half meeting. Got there at 1. Left after 5. Slightly longer meeting than expected.
• Grouchy, blew off plans with the O’Bryans, which was lame-ola because I haven’t seen them in way too long. But, needed to await final materials from DPI for proofing and formatting. Finished that around 7:30.
• Kitchen Press chapbooks arrived in the mail. I ordered three, and the publisher included all four. This was super-gracious. This merits its own blog entry when I get a chance to read them all. Really read them. I read all four tonight, but only really looked at each poem once.
• Worked on a revision of an older poem, quite by accident, and I think I may now have what I need to make it a fully realized poem. Oddly, I thought it was fully realized for eight years before tonight’s revision.
• Sent in a submission to Poetry, which is perhaps the most terrifying thing you can do.

If I’m Bernie Bickerstaff, I have to like the way the Bobcats are finishing. Yeah, so what if two of the three wins were against horrible teams, teams so lame that their coaches are using medical excuses to jump ship.

Yeah, that’s right. Larry Brown basically walked away from an awesome Pistons team to coach the pitiful New York Knicks, who hadn’t done a thing but get worse since Isiah Thomas took over basketball operations. And now, when the team sucks beyond belief, he’s using the most pitiful of medical excuses to get out of coaching: acid reflux. He’s hospitalized for it, but come on. Acid reflux? Give Larry some Prilosec and he’s gonna be able to coach again in an hour.

If you ask me, Larry Brown (who I like, don’t get me wrong), should be stuck with the team for the duration of the five-year contract he signed. It was a monumental mistake, both for him and Isiah, but they should both have to live with the hubris of it all.

Meanwhile, the Bobcats dressed nine players, most of whom are such scrubs that they would have been glad to have Luc Longley on their roster. Raymond Felton is really showing them that he’s going to be the leader of the team for years to come (despite that silly “Bobcats will make the playoffs” guarantee he made before the season), and, well… OK, no one else who played tonight is good for much other than coming off the bench to spell real starters. I still like Melvin Ely. If the Bobcats can add a real-deal first-rounder– and man, wouldn’t you love to see them get Joakim Noah– they’ll be in good shape when Emeka Okafor, Sean May, Gerald Wallace and Brevin Knight are back. Well, not good shape, since they don’t really have anyone at the 2, but better shape than they are right now. I just have this terrible fear that they end up taking Adam Morrison or someone from Dook. Noah or Brandon Roy would be the better fits for them (and trade Primoz for someone useful).