I'm a day late, but it could have been much worse... I could be a year late...

I'd like to wish everyone a Happy New Year. May 2007 be a year of fresh starts and new beginnings. Just about everyone I know could benefit from a few of those.

Last night, and most of yesterday, I was tired and had trouble holding a complicated thought in my head. Then I slept for about 13 hours. I woke up this morning with a head full of abstract thoughts and ideas, but without the ability to express them into words. And I can't make up my mind if it's because of their quantity and ability to distract ( Read more... )

I've decided the radio has been placed on earth for my own personal amusement. I finally got a stereo in my car again on Sunday morning. It's just a radio, but at least it's music. And today, on the drive home from work, I changed stations and started laughing hysterically for the 4th time since Sunday. I thought I'd share the song from this ( Read more... )

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Summer time and the wind is blowing outside in lower Chelsea ( Read more... )

I saw Silverchair's Frogstomp in my list of albums on my computer yesterday. On a whim, I decided I was in the mood to listen to it. It's been years.

If you're hurt ( Read more... )

( It Ends Tonight lyrics )

I had a thought today. If I wrote an autobiography, it wouldn't be in chronological order. I was thinking about the interconnectedness of all the people I've known in my life and how when I tell stories, I end up jumping around a bit so that it makes more sense because I have to explain those relationships ( Read more... )

It's amazing to me the flood of memories you can get when you play "catch up" with people you haven't talked to in years. I've been using the last week or two as an excuse to do so with several people ( Read more... )

I woke up on a strange couch (although technically, it was a futon) this morning. I spent the next minute or two trying to remember where I was. Then I heard the sound of Kenny yelling, "Jason, get up! It's almost eight," as he heads out the door to go to work.

Then there was the disorientation of remembering I had to go outside to smoke a ( Read more... )