I'm making a concerted effort not to shower this week. Sitting in my air conditioned house for most of it should help me acheive that.

I've done just about nothing for the past two weeks and I'm getting pretty listless. I'm anxious about life in general. I've been more reclusive than usual lately as well, let's not even dwell on what all this is signs of.

I'm filing for disability because of my fucking shoulder. Vicodin makes me feel pretty gross so I haven't been taking it alot. I've gone on a couple interviews and sent out, literally, at least, 25 resumes. I've watched the entire first season of Veronica Mars, Seasons 2 through the present episode of Season 5 of Six Feet Under [hi, I want to die], the first season of Lost and I have Seasons 1 and 2 of Carnivále waiting to be watched. This is what I do. I made sure to pay all my bills this week because I have no idea the next time I will be getting a check. Lame.

Metric is playing Southpaw on Oct 6th [Thursday after my birthday] and everyone should come, it will be fantastic.