Someone else puts my mood into words a hell of a lot better than I ever could. Thus, the Jill Sobule song “Rock Me To Sleep.” Six in the morning Been up since three I wish I had somebody to rock me to sleep The sun won’t be melting these snowy white sheets Wish I ...

I really had my dumbass cap on yesterday. In addition to ongoing stupidity (job search shenanigans, assorted time wasting), here are some of the highlights of my day yesterday: 1. Accidentally grating part of my right index finger while attempting to grate cheese. 2. Deciding that I would walk back from dropping my car off ...

Having watched way, way too much baseball over the last few days, this cartoon hits a bit close to home.

Some days, it seems like despite all this, I haven’t left Northwestern. I still talk mostly to people either in Evanston or that I know from school. I actually conducted an argument via IM between two people that were sitting four feet apart, 2,000 miles away from me. I’ve spent most of the last few ...

…that when I really need to do something, I find every excuse possible not to do it, and delay it in as many ways possible until something random comes along and legitimately delays me?

How the hell did that happen?

Meet the inevitable California Gubenatorial Candidate from Venice. This is going to be a very entertaining place to live.

Serious. Computer. Issues. I’ve spent the last week fighting with this thing, and I spent most of this evening (and morning now) using Norton Systemworks to try and unfuck it. Results won’t be clear until sometime tomorrow. Anybody in the Los Angeles area got a catapult so I can give this thing the proper sendoff ...

I’m so sad I missed the party. The Cubbies are playing the Braves in the first round of the playoffs, so I think I’m going to have to reapply the voodoo curse I put on the Braves when they passed me over for a job at the beginning of the season (which was so effective ...

Either my watch accidentally got thrown out, or the only time I’m going to find it is about five seconds after I get home from buying a new one, because I’ve looked everywhere in this little apartment, and I cannot fucking find the damn thing. And to answer the obvious question a couple of people ...