chuckgelman

This three hours of sleep to eight hours of work ratio won't hold me much longer. Soon the headlines will be saying Head Crashes Through Cubicle Desk, Killing One.

It's a few days late, but I'd like to recount all of the freakin' sweet birthday presents I got (mostly from Meme):
One RC Car (bad-ass, I know)
One knife
Two compact discs: Gregorian Chant and Medieval Love Songs
One zippo (the best gift that's just about impossible to justify buying for one's self)
One DVD: Before Sunset
One book: The Professor and the Madman
and some money.
I'll have pictures when the camera my parents ordered for me (on account of my dumb ass losing mine at the Alkaline show) arrives.
I caught some of Head Automatica's little set at the Virgin store on fourteenth last week. It was a nice little impromptu surprise.

I didn't feel like being out-sexied by all the pretty ladies, so I've updated with my own hawt new avatar.

I've been too lazy to drink lately. That's probably for the best, though I don't doubt that it can be attested to the overabundance of pot that I've been taking in. My body's just been all lethargic and any kind of movement seems far from appealing. I think my hands are getting tired.