It Feels Like An Experiment.

I slept with the window wide open and I understand the temperature dipped pretty low last night. As a result I woke up this morning quite convinced that I had some type of head cold. I got on the train where everyone was acting as though and sounding as if they had head colds. I suppose it was all a matter of time. It has been nearly a year since my last head cold. They just always seem to come at the worst moments. Right when I leave Seattle where I could have rushed down to Tenzing Momo for a healing pomander of clary sage and dried eel scales. Now all I seem to have is chamomile fucking tea and dayquil. Lovely...

Anyway, someone asked me yesterday if I had picked up the new Radiohead. Now let me make this clear. I don't listen to Radiohead, I don't read pitchforkmedia, I don't have nightmares anymore, I don't sleep with the lights on, and I don't wear Acne jeans. Clear on that? Good.

I haven't really decided how cool the Black Kids are. Yet.

I'm pretty sure I'm over Henrik Vibskov.

I'm still not doing much in the way of "coping".