Damn you, Brandon, for only giving me this one track!
Just kidding, you're all right, kid.
So, at some point during the night, it seems, I got frustrated with either my lamp or my alarm clock radio. Somewhere between 5 and 6 o' clock, I'd imagine. I got out of bed, yanked the plugs of both from their socket in the wall, and went back to bed.
I remember getting up and pulling the plugs. Thing is, I can't for the life of me tell you WHY I did it. Or how I managed to get two cuts on my hands from doing so. But it happened, and I'll be damned if I know the hows and whys. I mean, my alarm wasn't going off yet, and I had one of the three bulbs on the lamp on, but that was because I knew I had to get up for class soon after having gone to bed (around 4) and keeping one of the lights on keeps me from falling into too deep a sleep. Why was I so angry at them? Why both of them? And why the hell don't I know?
I'm starting to think I've become possessed.
Seems for some reason that all my John Vanderslice mp3s have somehow been corrupted. I don't remember them always skipping like that. Fuck.
Well, I need a sexy voice to soothe me. Believe it or not, I'm gonna hold off from the Bowie and the Bjork and listen to an oooooold classic.
まあ, 子安武人さん, 久しぶりだね？
Oh, and some Gackt. Yeah. The new David Bowie of the Japanese world. Mmmmm. He's got a range that'd put most men to shame. I'd see him live any day. As long as he didn't die on stage. Poor guy looks like hell when he's finished. He's gotta start eating or stop doing drugs, I dunno which.
I'd still do him, though.
Oh, if I get snowed out of Bowie, someone is going down.
Probably my neighbor Tad O'Had, just because he had it coming anyway.