Saturday, July 01, 2006



Stuck in my sweatbox apartment in the middle of yet another nauseating heat wave in Los Angeles. I've been so overheated for so long, that I have a pretty much constant headache. I'm guessing it is from dehydration, but it feels like a permanent hangover even though I haven't been drinking.

I don't even remember anymore how long it has been since I've talked to the boy. I could probably figure it out if I really sat down and tried to, but I don't want to let it take over my brain like that. I guess that's probably a good thing, maybe. Getting used to not having the things I don't have. Sort of, anyway.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006



The mood at work is extra-grim today. Everyone is all sitting quietly at their desks with pained looks on their faces. This place is depressing enough normally. It's reaching new heights today. At this point, every day that the company stays in business is like an effing miracle.

Life's been pretty boring. I've moreorless put my pieces back into place after my little mini-breakdown at the end of last week. Until they all get scattered by some teeny little thing again, I'm sure. But for the moment, I'm keeping myself together.

I've been listening to my new Gogol Bordello CD damned near constantly and feel like the frenetic nature of the music, which hovers in that intersection angry and manically happy, really suits where I am at these days. Maybe when my job finally collapses, I can go find them on their European tour and become like a roadie or something. I don't know how much gypsy punk I really have in me, but you never know until you try.

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