For the past three months or so I've procrastinated over my master's thesis. Last night I spent a full two hours on it, which is probably the longest uninterrupted time period yet for me. This is sad. What's more sad than that? The guy who's supposed to read it hasn't written back about my proposal yet. That's pretty darn sad. Sadder still? How about writing paying $50 application fees to colleges that don't tell you if you're accepted? Handsome people like me can't get a break nowadays.
New CDs: Foo Fighters, Live In Chicago 2003 (2 discs). Find it at musicbug.com