And before that...

Today's fun experiment in self-improvement is left-handed mouse use. It is taking me about 4-6 times as long to do anything, but my right hand is fucking killing me and I'm too young to die. Do you think I could make myself ambidextrous? Do you think, if I do, that I will be able to draw? Me neither. But anything to slow down my overwhelming productivity! I'm making all the other kids jealous.

Word to the wise: large quantities of msg shortly before bedtime = not such a hot idea. Last night's dream:

I'm at the hot snakes show in philly (which i won't be at, because I'll be at the hot snakes show in DC, because while the hot snakes are in philly, D'Angelo has promised to sing to me and Chanelle in DC) and the show is sparsely attended because it was a last minute deal and everyone else thinks the show is the next night. There is a mountain man there with long hair and a beard and eyes like John Mark Byers (see www.wm3.org) and he is upset that I am not paying much attention to him so I go talk to him for a little bit about how weird it is that the hot snakes have a black female singer and are singing only Cure covers, because, oh, did i mention? The Hot Snakes evidently have a black female singer and are doing Cure covers.

I mean, obviously.

So yeah, I think I'll toss that chinese place's menu. I was psyched for wonton soup delivery, but their wonton soup was like dark brown, it was like dumplings swimming in soy sauce instead of soup.

If it continues to be 40 degrees here, I'm going to kill it with a gun. Actually no wait, it would be kind of cool if it stays cold cause then my vacation will really mean something.