i'm taking on all sorts of strange new projects these days. filling boxes with memories, becoming an antisocial person, relearning to love microsoft paint after being denied photoshop and illustrator. i think it's time to recreate an artistic empire.
on the darker side of the spectrum, i'm finding myself in a generally less pleasant mood. things aren't really coming to gether the way i feel that they should be. i poured gasoline all oer myself today in the -30 degree weather. it was unfortunate. i thought about the bridge i would soon be crossing to return home, all of the things i ought to be doing (but with no such desire to do so...). i have fallen into a funk.
drove around with alex tompsett this evening. interesting, really. he's a good kid. tomorrow is alex palacek in the morning, john vernon in the afternoon, the show (possibly) in the midday, and poetry at night. then there's the jo and carl option to be considered. (of course all of these things have to happen on one day, they couldn't conceive of spreading out to allow ample time for recovery.)

this is clearly getting rediculous.