fracturedguy

trying to set this clock to a radio station.. i'm tired of waking up to abusive static... but the only thing that's coming in clear is rap... nothing against the rap, mind you, but i do live my girlfriend's parents and even though it doesn't really mater, i do worry about what they think... Their little girl (that's how parents think, right?) is going to marry some guy that wakes up to rap? I hope they think we'll be married. I'd hate to actually be underestimated.
... ah, there we go, NPR. That will be nice to wake up to.

And now, I think I will go to bed. Well, I will eat, the I will watch the end of Seven Samurai and then go to bed.

And in the morning, it's back to work on my drawing (three sketches later, and I'm still not pleased), and watching Coffe & Cigarettes and thinking to myself, 'Oh, man, Tom Waits is awesome.'

Or so I predict.

My boss today was making jokes today: everything that happened happened because I'm sexually frustrated. That's why I can't eat. That's why I'm gaining weight. That's why such-and-such. He mentioned being frustraed because he hasn't had sex in a week, and expressed sympathy at the fact that Kate lives 100s of miles away & I haven't seen her in 2 months.
Good times, good times.

And now, I think I will go to bed.
But I've thought that before, now, haven't I?