I went to bed at 10p last night because I was bored. It was either going to sleep or doing my taxes, and I really didn't want to do my taxes.

I was going to get up at 6a, but I hit snooze until 6.45a. I'm still up impressively early for me, but I want to be in at work at 9a. I made it that I need to be in then, because I left some undone work on my desk that should have been done this morning.

I knew that I really wouldn't go in unless I made it inevitable.

On Monday night, before The Perfect Storm, I dropped by Virgin to buy a new Walkman.

I had been looking for my old one for a few days--it's somewhere in my apartment, but I know not where. And then I realized that my Walkman is like a decade old, it only plays and fast-forwards, no rewinding, and if you turn it on its side while it's playing, it slows down slightly, so basically, it's not really worth finding!

The thing is, though, if you wait a really long time to replace something, the current low-end models are very exciting and high-tech in comparison, so I got the cheapest Walkman at the store, the $40 model, and it's all terribly flashy and thrilling and you can programme radio stations like you're in your car, and it autoreverses and rewinds and things. And the batteries last more that 15 minutes!

I'm easily pleased.

One thing I discovered, though, is that I made a hideous error with my new tape.

I don't know if you are aware of soca music, but it's Caribbean Carnival music, or Caribbean house music, and it's for dancing. Pretty much exclusively. In fact, I would say that only dead people could possibly listen to soca music and not want to dance around.

My point being that I put a six minute soca number on the tape that I was listening to on my Walkman. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from jumping around like a moron right on Broadway.

Do you want the same problem? Well then, trade tapes with me!

Happy birthday, Mom!

Are you a procrastinator?

And we're still talking about destiny, dream groupings of actors, Martha Stewart, singing, our new favourite books, and still, and always, our big fat asses.

Today's horoscope:
Work and lovemaking create conflicting demands on your time and energy. Keep room for both and make sure your beloved does too.

One year ago today:
Walking down the street these days is like being slowly beaten to death by a giant fish wielded by John Cleese.

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