The last few days its been inhumanely cold. 0 degrees, 3 degrees, -4 degree windchill, etc. today when i walked out the front door i bundled, but no gust blew me over. It feels like it's thirty degrees and it almost feels like fucking spring after the REAL cold.

Today and yesterday were my days off, and I haven't had a pair of days off since august. At first I almost felt dirty that I really didn't have anything that I should be doing. I paced around. Went to a matinee with shaun (Closer, only because The Life Aqauatic isn't here yet, damnit). Drank myself to oblivion. I really shouldnt have done that because my head is now aching to the sound of the keyboard clicks. clicks. clicks.

Hear that? That's the sound of history repeating itself.

Benny burned me William Shatner's newish CD, which is played rather regularly now. Surprisingly good. Scary. And for some reason I've been listening to old Brand New. Oxymoron. I'm losing it. Anyway, it fits right in with winter. Deja Entendu is a great album.

Ah, my island universe.

Happy Holidays