Last few days, been re-reading donna tartt's The Little Friend and listening to Handel. Harriet in TLF is a little too perfect, the ideal comrade and ally we all wish we had in childhood. The Handel CD i rescued from some junk in the garage. The famous Water Music bit with the trumpets is great, but i'm enthralled by the eerie first menuet in the Fireworks.

Double checked, my pulse is at 62 beats per minute, a new personal record. Low is good, especially given my coffee intake.

Had a strange dream where the main characters from ff6 were avatars of william blake's four zoas.

Before Ghost in the Shell, there was

When prompted for a single-digit multiplication problem, people seem to favor 9 × 7, which is of course 63. I wonder if the mentalists know about this.

Taipei has what i've longed for for years, a big 24-hour bookstore. The libraries of night.

Hit and run Barbie

I guess a big part of my life is about being a Toreador slowly turning into a Ventrue, and resenting it, wondering if i could change back. Feels like settling for second prize.

I put up a poster on the wall slightly crooked. It's making me crazy restless but i'm gonna leave it that way to see how long i can stand it. And maybe i can put the tension to good use.

Bad nights and worse ramen. Globe's gprs signal sucks now, might switch to smart. Also switching from flickr to photobucket.

Chili oatmeal. I'm a genius.

I pwn j00