recording went okay, i suppose. i don't know if we're going to try to rescue the recordings. i think that we should, but it'd be easier to just redo the problematic stuff. i had convinced myself that there was a phase problem with all of those mics, but ross and greg think that it was a roll off problem. that seems more reasonable.



i feel so emotionally drained.



concerns about things are really debilitating.



weeezer is dying. they found him behind the water heater, limp and beathing.

see cities might be reconstituting.

i hate company christmas parties. i've avoided every single one i've ever been invited to, and i plan on continuing my streak this year. i don't have a date anyway.

friday, i have to be a rock star again, playing a fucking lefty benefit.

i've set december 3rd as my date to stop smoking. i don't think that's going to go well.

i took today off of work and just laid around all day long. i couldn't even bring myself to masturbate.

i hate feeling completely paralysed by circumstance. i can't do anything except feel helpless.

i finished conquest of happiness on sunday before going to andrew's. i can finally start something new.

this week, i've got to develop a birthday gift for j, since her birthday is on monday.

tomorrow, i have no choice but to go to work. assholes are already needing help with their menial shit. i'm so sick of it.