I spent the last 45 or so minutes listening to Jeff Buckley, drinking scotch, and throwing darts. I think this is a pretty good metaphor for my headspace right now.

Going to see Sideways today. Been a pretty sedate weekend so far. Spent a few hours on the phone Friday then stayed in. Went out for a couple hours last night then turned in early. Today will not be much different, I expect.

Tried to sell my ex my old laptop. Didn't work out, sadly. Guess I'll have to post it on eBay after all.

Slowly returning to being a basket case. How obnoxious.

In news of the strange, Crush took home my pile of revised short stories and read them all. Even liked them, which I think doesn't say much for her taste in prose.