krisis

There are two huge sheets of bubble wrap left over from my erstwhile box of blank cd cases that i decided i no longer need. Of course, rather than throw them out Matt and i have adopted one each, intending to pop every bubble before discarding them. Matt has had his beside him on the couch for at least an hour, and mine is acting as a foot rest at my computer station.

Does it get any better? If so, you better tell me now so i don’t have an aneurysm or something. (spelled courtesy of Matt’s grunge heavy CD collection)

J: you should come here tonight

J: and bring people

J: lots of people

J: and beer, make sure you bring a lot of that to

J: just get some beer and some babes, and then bring it all here

Krisis: Um,… we’ll see. Renata and Amy just moved in a block from here.

J: I dont know them, just make sure you find some beer, the babes would nice too.

disclaimer: i do not endorse beer or women. Um… I… err… nevermind.

In other link-y-ness, go visit i really must insist that you leave, which is very pretty in Netscape. But, i”d rather you come back. Really. I insist.

A Blank Slate puts some perspective spin on recent feelings i’ve had. Whether that changed my mind any, i’m not sure, but it’s quite true for me (right down to the age).

we'll see how brave you are
we'll see how fast you'll be running
we'll see how brave you are
we'll see

This morning, when awoken at 7am, i found my brain working but my body totally drained. This certainly didn’t come as a surprise, since i went to sleep past 4am last night. As is often the case in that realm of half-sleep i was left a wandering mess of synapses trying to get their story straight while i tried to find the will to get up. Instead i found myself writing sardonic blog updates about not wanting to get out of bed and how awful the impending move of the couch would be, all in my head. I very much need a brainwave to blog converter. Any suggestions would be appreciated.