Marc

Chalk two up for the late night cats. I just got home, which is kind of pathetic, but kind of nice, and kind of silly, but kind of boring, all wrapped up into one big "kind of" clause. Make much sense? Didn't think so.

It was an alright night, not much in particular to say. We sat around, drank, watched mucho Simpsons episodes early, got Jake's Italian Beefs, which were totally fucking primo, got full, and almost fell asleep on someone's couch at six pm. I swear, I've never been that full in my life. I didn't eat a goddamn thing until about 4:45pm today, and I felt like I was going to puke right before the first few bites, but then it all seemed to work out.

I'm downloading Kid A as we speak. I've never once listened to that album, though I'm very much wishing that I had. We sat around for a while and played video game football and listened to Radiohead albums in succession earlier. Very geeky. Very surreal. Violent cartoonish graphics supplemented by ambient pop/experimental noise. Yeah, that's right, we're postmodern as fuck, yo.