sudafed rules. only minor hallucinations last night about various parts of gnome-core building under gnome 2 (with a repeated bit of an incubus song we'd seen on mtv like 20 times since we got cable last week), so i actually got some sleep.
for some reason i started looking up friends from college, and almost all of them are now 5th year students. i am glad i got out while i could.
some surrealism in the evening. so there's this street performer guy who does juggling and stuff by brattle square in harvard square. he was setting up when i came up from the t station to go to the bookstore there. i had just finished me talk pretty one day (his stuff in france got kinda boring, but the first half of the book was good) and bought barrel fever as i still think i am not ready for lolita. so far it is good.
anyway after i came out of the bookstore (i didn't know what i wanted and nothing really appealled to me - not unlike food the past day) there was an ambulance and fire truck and i saw the street performer dude being put into the ambulance on a stretcher. i thought this was sad and stuff so i went into HMV.
i didn't really have anything particular in mind, and honestly i didn't really want to get anything but i was looking around, and in the newly released section there was a new oakenfold cd. so i flipped a copy over to see what was on it... a couple of jan johnston (incidentally the name of my 6th grade english teacher i think) ... and then i saw it:
6. Radiohead - Idioteque
yoink
i went over to algiers to listen to it, start on the new book, and have a drink. to my great disdain, the radiohead track wasn't all mixed up funky like, but was the same version as on kid assbarn. so i was all sulky and then decided to listen to the rest of the cd and it's actually cool. but i haven't listened to the second cd yet.