Two teenage kids just walked up my block singing the Exploited's "Sex and Violence". I need to check my hair for more greys now.

sick of his karma falling when he isn't looking.

I hit a bit of a wall yesterday with the scene I was writing, but I think I know just how to climb over it.

listening to it raining too hard for comfort.

looking forward to the end of the day-job work day.

Slept much better last night - then again, there were no explosion-caliber thunderstorms to wake me up in the middle of the night.

Jesus Xavier Christ, can't I get away from goddamn American Idle, even while watching Countdown with Keith Olbermann?

I'm on a comfy recliner with my laptop.

the new Sonic Youth album

A tuna salad sandwich, some veggie chips, and an Akiko Tsuruga (jazz organist) CD for the win!