2001-12-15

well if one looks at one's stats on diaryland, it seems like im wasting my time typing here. but then i know who looks at this. the folk that have little icons at the bottom of the page. and some that don't . if you aren't there yet, never fear (logos), it just means i ran out of time the last time i was at work. which was two sundays ago. also, i haven't put in an entry since then, which must be some kind of pappazon record. any way. im thinking of joining paypal so that i can send freuds-fave a dollar. what the hay.

also, i just bought a used copy of Purple America by Rich Moody on Amazon.com. yeah. it all started when i went to a show with thurston moore and stephin merrit and some other groups, and the music sets alternated with readings of fiction. Well, I liked Rich moody's reading, so i got the book now.

thurston moore and stephin merrit had rather drab nights themselves.

before that was the whole week of hell in which i recovered from a headbutt to the face, and made a few visits to BelleVue Hospital.

The stitches came out yesterday. I just got back from the bathroom, and i think i may actually be disfigured for life. My lip looks like its going to jut out and down a bit on the left. THis sucks! arrrrgh.

well, i hope people are doing well out there.