pine box blues

this totally felt like a day i could call in sick. a day i could use an extra 12 hours of sleep, intermittently waking up to watch a JUDGE JOE BROWN verdict. alas, i was "good" and got myself to "work". i can take one or two more sick days this year before i get "talked to", so they need to be worth it.

my Fortress of Solitude is looking scarier and scarier as I begin the process of dismantling it. it's an unholy undertaking, but it'll be good to get rid of things. i love constantly existing on the precipice of homelessness. i love the rent in this godforsaken city. i love that it's so unaffordable on so many levels. it's cool, though, coz we're all stinking rich right?

[AUDIENCE LAUGHS / APPLAUDS AT THE POINTED SARCASM. PERHAPS THEY JUST LAUGH TO BREAK THE DEAFININGLY AWKWARD SILENCE. PERHAPS THEY LAUGH MERELY BECAUSE IT IS FUN TO LAUGH.]

watched the entirety of SIX FEET UNDER season 1 this weekend, courtesy of merillon. as with many cultural phenoms, i'm getting into this one late. just four more seasons to get through and it's over. fortunately, netflix is slow as shit.

fuck mondays.