Prefontaine

That's right, I'm like fucking Prefontaine or some shit.

But right now I've got a fucking cold and I feel like crap. I think it's mroe or less my own fault, since I went out to see The Gaping Abyss on Friday and stayed out 'til 4:00 AM. And there was a lot of hooting and hollering on my part while they played a sloppy, punky set. But I could tell by the end of the night that my throat was gonna be fucked up. And it is.

Did a shitty job of it, but finished painting the trim around the window. I may have to get some titanium white (or whatever the ceiling's color is) to do some touch-ups. I also played a bunch of Halo 2, which is really fun. I never got too far in Halo 1, maybe because of some extreme frustration in that initial level where you're trying to dodge the Convenant on that moutainside where you touch down. But it's gonna be different this time. Maybe.

I also cleaned the fuck out of the bathroom, which was getting fairly disgusting, dust-wise. You can't really tell so much, but the dark, dank nooks are significantly less dark and dank. Plus, I found this neat little hand-decorated Mexican-looking matchbox under the radiator. It's got sequins all over it and a picture of a skull ("La Calavera") but no matches. Horror!

Tom lent me Kung Fu Hustle, which is delightful; I picked up Mer's copy of Ulysses and am trying to get into it.