:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 9.17.2003 ::

Three of the best cures for sore throats: orange juice, bed rest, gargling with hydrogen peroxide. Three of the worst cures for sore throats: alcohol, staying up all night in Seaton Hall quite possibly the most germ-laden building on all of campus, going several hours without drinking anything. Guess which of these lists I was able to accomplish in the last 24 hours... and suprisingly enough: my sore throat is dwindling. I guess I won't be dying. Whew.

If I could just throw this out there in response to this: Why don't you move the computer to the living room? Just a thought...

Here is what I am addicted to listening to: Sytem of a Down, Postal Service, Patty Griffin, and Mitch Hedberg. That is going to be this month's audial recommendation. So there ya go.

I don't know which I miss more: my drums or girls. Maybe everyone should vote.

"It seems so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex, a stranger with a door-key explaining that 'I'm just visiting'..."
:: Freddy F. at 9:15 PM [+] ::