hear: zone of enders stuff. those crazy japanese game track composers. that and a lotta fatboy slim's weapon of choice rolling round in me head.

wear: tommy hilfiger knit top. not bought by choice because someone got it for me. it's nice. but i still dislike mr. hilfiger.

feel: tired. not that today isn't a nice relaxed atmostphere, i'm just tired nonetheless. worn out and from what, i've not really a clear idea.

last night: did nothing. well, not totally nothing cuz i did try to make something else outta that one render. unsuccessful there ...i have a good idea what i want but i think the render is not suitable for that effect. so. yieah. in the end though, i still ended up with nothing but racking up more losses in spider solitaire and several more tracks to zone of enders.

this morning: resolute. gonna delete last night's whatsit shiznit and start over on that project.

right now: wearing the annoyingly noisy cords except i don't care that i make so much noise walking anymore. in fact, there are many many things i don't care about now. and that's not in a screw you i can care less about you! sorta way. more of the it's really not of life and death importance whether my pants make noise deal. mellowing, i suppose, to balance out the excessive stress.