quoth Josh: no one's ever played sadder chords

My going to class on less than six hours of sleep is pointless. I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone concentrate enough to understand simplicial homology constructions.

I hung out with Josh on Sunday just to catch up. We hadn't seen each other since our dispute about a month ago, though we'd talked on the phone intermittently. I'd like to spend more time at MILO again: things have cooled off there and some of the bad elements have moved out.


I am super-pissed at the bike shop I've been going to. I had a flat tire, I took it there to be fixed, and after riding it for 20 minutes it's flat again. I took it back, they act like I'm *CRAZY* because they can't find the leak, they put another tube in. And the same thing happens! Flat fucking tire and I have to hitch a ride home from work. It's starting to become inconvenient enough to consider going to a bike shop that isn't one block away from my house.

I have been listening to Robbie Fulks the last few days. It's hardcore country! But the songwriting is undeniable. Check out this song: Where There's a Road