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Yesterday was crap, mostly. A couple friends came over the night before and we were up until ungodly hours playing videogames and eating frozen pizza.
I spent most of the day sleeping. I'd get up, eat a leftover slice of pizza, smoke, then go back to sleep. So productive.

I just felt low all day, a subtle weight. I wanted to get some stuff done but it was too hot out and I felt no motivation anyway. Today I'm trying a suggestion my psychiatrist made a while back, see how that goes.


In lighter news, I'm going to see Interpol tonight :D fucking STOKED. as you can see from my last.fm, which has been a bit fucked over due to technical issues with song submission, Interpol's a beloved of mine. (Really they should be up at 4th place, but I haven't been able to scrobble my ipod properly in a long while....) Part of me feels a little guilty--it keeps nagging, "Have you really earned this...?"--but I know I'd regret missing the opportunity due to indecision/idle misgivings much more than I'd feel satisfied at 'punishing' myself. Plus, I already bought the ticket and that was a sizeable hunk of my spending money for the week right there XD

Updates and pictures if I can ;p
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