My living habits: the sordid story.

> I have had at least one alcoholic beverage in 9 of the past 11 days.
> Only one of those 9 days was a one-drink-night.
> I've slept less than 5.5 hours every night for the past 5 nights.
> I drink 4 caffeinated beverages per day -- two cups of coffee in the morning, a diet coke in the afternoon, a diet coke at school.
> I've had dinner twice in the past 6 days -- those dinners were: two Yodels on Tuesday night. Slice of chocolate cake on Friday night. (the chocolate cake was consumed in bed. the yodels were consumed while I walked down Milwaukee Ave.)
> I have cooked zero meals at home in the past two weeks. I scrounge at work during the day (I was the one daring enough to eat the expired yogurt). The "meals" I eat include french fries almost without exception.

I feel strangely OK, though. I haven't even fallen behind in school or work. Actually everything is going rather well on both fronts. In sum: Fuck man, BEING YOUNG RULES.

Went to the Empty Bottle last night. Mary Timony and Portastatic were both so much fun. I shook hands with Mac and told him how much I loooove bright ideas. Because I am a huge dork. Joel indulged my desire to stand two inches from the stage and sing along. It was a really good night.

I somehow made it to school this morning and gave my short oral presentation thing without embarassing myself. After I finish this, I am going to do some school work. And then tonight! ... big surprise... I will be having some drinks with some friends.

lather. rinse. repeat.

I miss Lakshmi. (mary timony was sporting a built-by-wendy guitar strap. you would have thought it was cute.)