Putzing

The time off is treating me nicely in regard to health. Yesterday around 9:30 I started falling asleep while reading "What is the What" (novel written by a young man from Darfur). I would have just napped on the couch, but mom was talking to relatives on the phone, rather loudly. So instead I just grabbed my book and my Christmas gifts, trudged up the stairs in a totally groggy state, and got into bed. Andy came in at an unknown time to give me my cell phone which had died on him. Damn Chocolates. I ended up sleeping right through the night without washing my makeup off or feeding the fish or anything. At 5:50 the fish pump got to me so I fed Phinny and turned the pump/light off, but after that I got right back into bed again and slept until a quarter to ten. It was splendid, though I still haven't washed my face.

This morning I was completely ready for the day. I had that french toast casserole dad made yesterday, and wrote my essay for Oswego. Know what that means? I'M DONE WITH MY PART TWOS. FOREVVVER. Now I just have to do the art dept. applications, which will most likely take up the forever I just gained. Damn universe course-correcting itself. I'm just not meant to feel liberated.

The point is I'm getting somewhere.

I sorted out my iPod and added some new tunes. Eric Clapton, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Feist, Modest Mouse, and Regina Spektor if you're interested. I still can't get my hands on either Say Anything record, even if I wanted to be illegal and download them from Limewire, I can't since its malfunctioning and I'm too lazy to redownload it.

In other news, I learned Where There's Gold..., When We Are Cats, Play Crack the Sky, Title and Registration, and parts of This Ruined Puzzle, Gone Gone Gone, and Lack of Color. I'm so glad to have a guitar that is genuinely mine. Is sounds spectacular, and so crisp and pure. Sometime Emily and I will have our respective instruments in the same state and then we will jam. We had a Remember to Breathe rock sess this past summer. Have you ever tried to sing the harmonies from the So Impossible Hands Down to the Mark A Mission Hands Down? That does prove to be So Impossible.

Mom is now listening to some foreign folk singing group and I think I need to retreat upstairs to putz around. That's basically what break is for, right?

Hoping I can see JR in February but there haven't been any NY dates posted. They are touring with Limrick.

Enjoy the holidays =]