Hm.

So do I ask for a half day the morning after the VNV show here in Philly come June, or do I just bag that and hit one of the New York shows on the weekend?


Hmph. Like I'm not semi-planning on going to both. Or all three.





My hair is bone straight, which begs the question of where that particularly silly saying came from. The first bone I think of-- of course-- is the pelvic bone. Definitely not straight. Nor would I want my hair, in some Marie-Aintoinette-inspired-tonsorial-nightmare, to look like a pelvis. I'm just saying. I got my hair cut, and painstakingly straightened. Pretty much just so that I could come home and collapse like a Jell-O mold that refuses to set.

I still despise my job, but at least, since the very kind admin guy installed iTunes for me, I can upload some decent music. Today I threw in quite the eclectic mix: ABBA, Jackson Browne, Iris, the Broadway revival of Guys & Dolls, Depeche, OMD...I have a metric ton of Duran in there already, and some odd bits and pieces sure to render quizzical said admin when he goes to wipe the drive after I've blasted out of there in a mushroom cloud of glory. Which reminds me-- better get my Qntal back from him soon....