Today is definately a blog day.

"One might think that this blog has died but alas, no."
-Nils on Goaded by Vices
Couldn't a put it better meese elf. But a lot of stuff happened today and in the last few days.

I was home from school the other day, sick, but by the mid-afternoon I was well enough to assist Ilsa in removing the trash from our CD shelves (the first and third Hole albums? Stinko!) and bringing it to the Audiopile. We got a cool $50 worth of credit, so we got a Liars EP, Herbie Hancock's Maiden Voyage, and a 2-CD live set of the Charles Mingus sextet with Eric Dolphy, with $17 left. I asked them to order a 2-disc Swans set for me, which I'm insanely excited for.

Today I rose quite late, and consumed a mild breakfast. Ilsa and I then escorted Cookie to trout lake and fetched Slurpees. When we arrived home, I found a non-moving being on the bathroom floor on top of a towel. We have had many brief mouse sightings in the last month, so we found it bizarre to see him sitting still. We elected to bury the small creature. I lifted the edge of the towel, and whad du ya gno, the being moved. He scampered a foot or so, but then found himself cornered. He couldn't move very fast, and was limping slightly. We scooped him up in a paper towel and took him across to the park so that Cookie wouldn't bother us. We figured he would gain strength if we cared for him, so we put him in a large flower pot and put some things in there for him and put it in the bathtub. We decided we'd take him to trout lake and let him go tomorrow. About an hour later, we checked on him, and he looked ill. He convulsed a bit, and then he was dead. I'm glad we were at least there when it happened. We did wind up burying him.

I had to write a persuasive essay for English, and duly sat down to and completed my task within 2 hours. I will post this essay, Why everyone should learn an instrument, soon. It was good to get this thing over with - it was easy, but took the mental energy of coercing myself into doing it.

At about 4, I went to O'Brien's. He had had some enormous score at a garage sale earlier - some post-college students had out a box of CD's for two bucks apiece, and he vacuumed up a dozen or so of them - deluxe My aim is true, some John Cage, Charlie Hayden, Hatful of Hollow, Basement tapes, Talking Heads:77 and The name of this band is Talking Heads (a double-live set), Hounds of love, etc. Then there was the mutha lode: a small, highly portable guitar amp. I brought the Squire with me to test it, and wound up playing around with it for an hour. It yields some massive overdrive, which is very fine, but you can also get some good clean sounds out of it. Mr. O'brien obtained all these things at the garage sale for $30. We had some fud, then Ilsa swung by and we headed over to Fab's - we were getting a ride to see Fab's play, an abridged version of The Complete works of William Shakespeare abridged. Ilsa grabbed a bite before the show, and we got in for free because we brought in a man to threaten the usher. The play was very pleasing, especially Macbeth. Fab's part was much more voluminous than previous plays I've seen him in.

I am now going to venture to the room adjacent to this one, my bedroom. The reason I'm doing this is that my bed is located therein, and my bed is where I sleep. Oh yes, the Pixmeister is coming in just a week! I'm quite excited about it. But what I'm not excited about is that I recently found out my wisdom teeth are gonna be pulled in July. Yeow!