it's late. i'm tired. there are no sheets on my bed.
i'm listening to the red house painters. i've not blogged in a few days.

trying to beat this sickness has been a full-time affair. not to mention the fact that i basically rolled around in cactus spines yesterday for work. yeah. great. now i've got hundreds of hair-sized cactus spines lodged all over the front of my body. that doesn't suck. nope. not one bit.

on the upside: i think i'm finally beating the disease i picked up in puerto rico. maybe. *knocking on wood* at least i feel a bit better.

five hours and forty minutes. that's how long the timer in the control strip says i've been sitting here goofing off on the web. nearly six hours. on a saturday night. have i no life? the answer, dissappointingly, no.

records i forgot when i compiled the top five list below

1. Modest Mouse: The Moon and Antarctica
2. Hot Snakes: Automatic Midnight
3. The Fucking Champs: IV
4. Flaming Lips: The Soft Bulletin
5. Sunny Day Real Estate: The Rising Tide