this is all about the importance of keeping your eyes open no matter what you do. after battling a bout of eating food i'm allergic to (again) and taking the severe drowsy pills that help and make me drowsy, i'm sorta becoming useful again (although i should log my usefulness). jayme had an extra ticket to burn this, starring edward norton and catherine keener (but only until the 9th!), but based on my sluggish reaction speed, another theatremonger scooped it, so i'll just pass out at home for a while before completely throwing my circadian pattern out of loop.

speaking of circadian, jen had a diversion of an entry talking about burning her sinuses with acid vapours that pointed to a comprehensive chinese zodiac site where i found out that i'm a fire dragon born during the rooster hours. throw in my pisces creativity and my champion enfpness (although i think i'm start to drift to becoming a counselling infj) and that's my genuinely abstract sort of self.

but is that as cool as what davezilla found? this is cool walking around with a patch sewn on its leather jacket sleeve: blank cd-r's that look like 45s! i want thousands. a home computer with a burner will be mighty happy.

meanwhile, as i just read the new york press, i now know that the fine ladies cello society, otherwise known as rasputina, play two shows at joe's pub tomorrow, which means i have zero fucking excuse to miss them for a 3rd and 4th time in my pitiful nomadic life.

...and that little boy grew up to be...fucking tired!
and a pottymouth.
and now you know the rest of the story.

coming up: page five thousand.