Their new album has really grown on me. I’ve been listening to it all morning and practically the entire weekend.

Egh. I feel like a mack truck just ran me over. Yet, why am I at work? Eh.

I missed the Black Heart Procession shows. Thanks babaluma for posting pics. *sniffles* Now I know what I missed. *sniffles* But I did go see Bowling for Columbine. It was very funny. I’ve heard people complain that Michael Moore contradicts himself (read: LA Weekly), which is true. But who cares? I thought it was a good way to get people thinking about the causes of gun violence here in the States.

And Go Angels!

Lie of the Day.

Disseminate as you please.

I got home late last night from lotusblossum‘s and just crashed. So I’m running on sleep dep. Woo hoo! Haven’t done that in a while. And, I’m thinking about the conversation we had on sex last night and realizing I haven’t had kinky sex in such a long time. Ugh!

I am over at lotusblossum‘s place at the moment. She’s being a good teacher and writing up a test for her Algebra students. So I’ve been harassing her and trying to make her become unproductive. So far, I’m failing. But it’s ok. We’re seriously discussing football, computers and kinky sex. It’s such a nice mix.

Tomorrow’s Friday!!!!! *does a little dance* I really don’t want to go to work tomorrow. But gotta pay the bills. Ugh.

My congresswoman Jane Harman just voted for the bill authorizing Bush to use force in Iraq. *sings* Someone’s not getting my vote next month!!!!

I woke up refreshed this morning. I bought a fruit cup before getting in to work. I think all is going well so far. I’m probably going to Black Heart Procession on Saturday at the Knitting Factory. The weather is much more bearable. And tomorrow’s Friday!! What more could I ask for?

The mess of papers on my desk is slowly receding. I’ve gotten suppliers to write off money (fought with a couple of them even) and reconciled several problem accounts. I had a meeting with my bosslady yesterday regarding her attitude, etc. So everything’s good right now. Now I just have to finish everything. Argh.

I was going through some of my old journals yesterday, and in one of them there were some pictures taken of me on my 21st birthday. I had hair down to my shoulders. Now I’m debating on growing it out. I sorta miss all of that hair. But I remember what a bitch it was. So I don’t know.