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I survived another weekend.

We played a party down in Jefferson Park on Saturday with the Insect Surfers and Barnacle. It was fun. I sold some CDs. Got home at 4am. Sunday, I took things easy. Nick came over and we drank top notch Scotch and watched a Korean movie.

The Bronx are playing tonight at Spaceland. I'd like to go, but I'm tired, broke, and I have a lot of homework to do. I had my third test on Saturday. I think it went pretty well.

Carter's moved his pro tools system out of my apartment. The neighbors decided they didn't approve after almost two years. It's weird, there's so much space in here. Now I have to buy a few things to get my studio functioning again since I can't rely on his stuff being here. I don't have a way to get mixes into my computer to burn CDs. I can do it at work, but it's a pain in the ass. I was planning on buying some more gear anyway. I'll just have to wait until this summer. I need my tax return for motorcycle service.

I've been diagnosed with sleep apnea. They gave me this darth vader machine to control my breathing when I sleep. I'm sure the chicks will dig it. It's better than snoring. I like to think of it as a fighter pilot mask for the dreamspace. I have noticed that I am dreaming more, more vividly, and I remember them.

I've lost ten pounds. 10-15 to go.