Anyways, this observation is brought to you by Russell's co-workers, who have taken to calling him "Seth". Because like, he makes quips and wears sweaters, and their frame of reference doesn't extend beyond that lameass you-WISH-you-were-90210 piece of crap (now that Friends is over, that is.) Guh.

Talking about bands is majorly annoying even to me, but after my dad died, Ross gave me 2 songs to have, in lieu of flowers. I find it adorable. Not having the headspace, I hadn't listened to them until yesterday, but they're really cool and now I think he should ghostwrite our album because my band made them even better when I foisted them last night. (Bass player, being explained what we are listening to, through the studio glass and not to my face "Oh - we're really gonna steal that?" Yes. Yes we are.) Seriously though, giving a song as a gift is an idea that should be used more often, and most especially when it doesn't involve romance beginning or ending.

New neighbours upstairs and they clomp around like motherfuckers and I hate them. Soon, I get out the broom. I think there's a kid, and if you think I'm worried about terrifying it then you're wrong.

What else? Fighting the urge to descend into madness about the state of life in general, and mostly succeeding, but it's remarkably minute-to-minute. Need a haircut, and to start returning my phonecalls.