Last night, scott msgd me, and I spent several hours working on bmas type stuff into the morning daylight hours. That actually felt good, after so much time spent feeling like I was drowning in my own uselessness.

Slept a bunch today.

Watched the end of Buffy Season 2. The Becoming Parts 1 and 2. The most emotionally charged season ending ever. Though I've seen it a a bunch of times before, somehow, I still got teary eyed during the last 5 minutes. Not very manly of me, I suppose. But no one else was around, so it was ok.

Losing my Religion. Yet another tale by a disillusioned Dean-ite. I can relate. But somehow, I still hold out a small remote hope that he'll come back, and we can have a really good president to elect next November. Realistically though, I suppose we'll have to settle for ousting old Bushie in favor of a marginally less evil bureaucrat. Honestly, if you had asked me a year ago, I would have said that would be the best we could hope for. So maybe it ain't so bad after all, right?

Now, with my Natelie Marchant album over, it's Tool time. Lateralus will do just fine, thank you. Maynard is the man. Peace.