Sometimes it seems as if my whole life is monday mornings. It could be worse, I suppose. I could be getting blown up on the bus or in the market by some psycho. Instead I can sit at a desk in front of a computer listening to Silkworm and complaining but, really, this suits me just fine.

The weekend was uneventful. Beer at Lovejoy's on friday night. "Road to Perdition", half-price books (got Whittaker Chambers' "Witness", "Stranger in a Strange Land," and "15-minute vegetarian recipes") and lost parties on saturday. Sunday was a non-starter. Band practice. We all wanted to end early and go home for no real reason.

Thanks to Michael for burning the cds.