kay em eff dee em is a drug against war

Simon was 100% correct in his assumption that I would like this record reviewer:

The War Against Silence

ever'body check it out, y'all.

Bast called me. going to see Bridget Jones on Sunday (my suggestion, surprisingly over JP3, but I know my Sundays so there.)

something tying my intestines into a knot

pseconds are ticking away... for your own demise

when procrastination is becoming my lead creed, something's definitely wrong.
I've realized that labeling myself as lazy only brings me down. I shouldn't identify with my tasks. but I need to get started real quick here. getting my life more organized would definitely help as well.

BBub ICQ'd me and let me know he had an extra ticket for the Yes orchestral concert on Nov. 7th. I told him "let's see". maybe Rex is going there?

we're going to have another rehearsal today. haven't gotten the time to work much on any new material. or haven't taken the time, more precisely. ah well. it'll work out in the end.

correction. as I wrote the last sentence I realized that it's not gonna. grr. my frustration is rapidly getting the better of me.

shock to the system

look at you, hacker
a pathetic creature of meat and bone
panting and sweating as you run through my corridors
how can you challenge a perfect immortal machine?

-- S.H.O.D.A.N., System Shock

not that I am panting, mind you. not running either, for that matter. more like a stupor-like sluggish shuffling.

and I'm still supposed to finish the work by tomorrow morning.

god damn me. I'm gonna sit up tonight for sure.

but right now I'm going to So What! where Callie waits. she has promised me a hug. that'll be good.