Wow, I kind of want to read all of these books. I've read a bunch, but there are a lot I haven't. Which makes me so, so sad. Deep inside. Deep sadness.

Baby, I've got all of you. All of you now.

Reading BRAVE NEW WORLD now. I bet that's going to happen. People need some soma nowadays. I bet they'll get what they need/want/love/crave. Then we'll really be fucked.

Okay, this weekend I may be going to wine country? Maybe not. Looking forward to a new year. Possibly turning older, possibly not. I'll be a year older soon, less than three weeks, but that's what people do I suppose. They get older.

Traffic. A light was out on Olympic this morning, tacked on an extra 20 minutes on my commute. Was it necessary? No. They don't warn you about that on the google maps, though maybe they do. Maybe I just leave and it takes me so long to get there that life just shifts in the in between, and there we are.

I'm excited about friday. Excited about it all. Looking forward to love, life, justice. All that jazz. But it's all bullshit deep down, you know? Almost missed class this morning, wasted $25 last night getting take out from Indochine since Matt wasn't feeling good and I was trying to help. The Indochine was uneventful. I don't know how I feel about that place. Going there is one thing, but the take-out has always been a little simple, a little undesirable. I need to stop eating dinner during the week, or stop eating out. I need to pay off my damn credit card. Usually we go splitsies, Matt and I, but we also like going to nice places. Then splitsies is inevitable.

CHUGGA CHUGGA.

Fridays are the happiest days of the week, but you know what else is happy? Nothing days. 8th days. Apricot and giant monkey days.

Oh, whatever.

I'm feeling weird. The sun's out which makes me want to boogie. The sun's always out in this town, hence my constant desire to boogie.

And so it goes.