This Ain't No Disco

Current Song: "Take Me To The River" -- Talking Heads

When I finally came home today (I don't come home on Fridays if at all possible), I was greeted with two new acquisitions I bought on Amazon in a Vicodin blackout: The Best Of Talking Heads (by Talking Heads, obviously) and In The Aeroplane Over The Sea (by Neutral Milk Hotel). I'm excited about both of these things but mostly I'm wondering what other surprises I'll get in the mail? I refuse to look at my Amazon account to find out, because this way it's like Christmas every day.

I had a surprisingly fun night grow out of a social obligation I wasn't exactly on fire about. For one thing, I vastly improved my pathetic Guitar Hero skills (I moved up to Medium!) I also saw Michael Clayton, and George Clooney is a good-looking fellow. The movie drags a little but it's pretty good. Not best picture material, but pretty good.

I have had a headache for days and days. It's not a surprise to anyone.

Also, I woke up at 3:15 this morning and realized I was so dehydrated I could barely breathe and it felt like my brain was trying to break out of my skull. I stumbled into the bathroom and guzzled a bunch of water and then blindly took ibuprofen in the dark, which seems to have solved the issue but made me realize that with all I've got on the table right now, groping around for pills when I can't see the label could be disastrous. Especially since I tend to take four or five ibuprofen at a time.

I'm surprised nobody has pointed out that I'm on a road to self-destruction. Even I can see it.