Tuesday, July 23, 2002

Per usual I should be sleeping, but there's great coffee at work, so what the hell. I've been listening to Taking Back Sunday's Tell All Your Friends incessantly. That album just speaks to me -- that and I've been getting more into hardcore music lately (I'm psyched about seeing Shai Hulud with Coheen and Cabria this Thursday). Jeff St. Pierre is coming to visit on Thursday (we're going to the show together). That should be fun, it'll be cool to show him around Southern California.

Wow, I'm getting more tired at an exponential rate. And dammit, "Never Is A Promise" by Fiona Apple is skipping. I digress. Hehe I can't take myself seriously when I say that because it sounds like such forced intellectualism. Dammit again! My left contact lens just moved to the back of my eye and then came back and popped out. Now I've got one eye closed to see clearly and this is taking far too much effort. Some greater force doesn't want me to stay up any longer. I'm done house-sitting, so it's off to my own bed for the first time in over a week! Off I go...