Bah. This is silly.

I'm in an airport lounge at LAX, waiting to fly home. Been in Atlanta for almost a week. It's Monday night here and by the time I get home it'll be Wednesday morning. Combination of trans-Pacific flying time and international date line.

I've been wondering what to update with to try to make my life seem otherwise interesting. It hasn't been. Just work angst and more work angst.

If I had the pictures from the SF/NYC trip last November I'd post those. I should get on that.

Anyway, I really feel like I have nothing interesting to say here, that's not totally self-indulgent and grumpy.

Oh well, I saw Grizzly Bear a few months back, during the Sydney Festival. And then Echo and the Bunnymen, who were actually quite good! I met Thistle and her fella, with Elichrusos, and that was enjoyable.

Jeebus. What a FML entry. I'm not that miserable, el-oh-el. I just feel like I have nothing worth talking about. I hope I don't leave this entry up for weeks and weeks and weeks.