i had seven faces, thought i knew which one to wear, i'm sick of spending these lonely nights training myself not to care, but new york cares.

thursday nights always turn out to be so worthwhile.

this morning i woke up at 8 a.m. (which, by the way, is late for me considering that i have to be on campus around nineish most days). i think that i may still have been drunk (oh how i love yager), but it's hard to say because i always wake up in a daze, whether it's caused by exhaustion or alcohol is hard to pinpoint. i stumbled into the shower, got out, and realized that i had forgotten a towel. Now, Courtney and I love a cold apartment- also, keep in mind our house is Victorian so it's huge and invariably freezing to begin with. as i'm sure you can imagine, i was not pleased. to make matters even better (read: far worse), when trying to exit the bathroom to get a towel from my room, the door decides to stick. so i'm standing there, naked and freezing and soaked, trying to yank open this oversized mahogany door for oh, i'd say a good ten minutes. there are days when i wonder if i am being tested by the universe or if my life is really just a sitcom...this morning was one of those moments.

thought i'd throw this in as well- dec 5th yeasayer concert, music hall of williamsburg. be there or be lame.