tds

I remember the last one, which makes it much more shitty in hindsight.

Slept well. No other choice, I suppose. It went well. I'll feel far better if i can sleep like a human being. My uneducated guess that not sleeping makes it easier for you get sick. So yeah, sleep.

I think the girl who works at the market finds me attractive. Really nice gal. If only I knew if she was the owner's daughter or his wife. Seriously, I have no idea. Almost positive it's a family business. Whatever, she's really nice, and I might be able to get a discount out of this. Or a job, for that matter. Think big, people. It's been a weird few days as it pretains to such things. Gotta start somewhere, I suppose.

I hate this feeling. The one where you feel like you're teetering on being sick, but end up fine. Or not. The fucking middle part. That's the shitty one. I can't get sick. Not for another week, at least.

Not enjoying the new Radiohead all that much. Feels like...well, a step back, or at least a non-step. But Thom Yorke singing about key parties makes me smile, oddly. It's weird, I think I have more recent music (like, this year) than I've ever had. Album of the year, by the way, should be LCD Soundsystem's Sounds of Silver. Great stuff. I'm taking suggestions as far as stuff to seek out.

Thanksgiving is coming up. Back to the lake. No choice this year. Which is why I need to make the weeks leading up to it something memorable.

Hope all's well. I really wish I was better at keeping in touch with certain people.

Later.