what's up?

what's up is the greatest rhetorical question you can ever ask. things can be up or down or all over the place. what a spread. what's up with me i ask myself at this time of night and i'm sure the internet keeps me up. if i stay away from the net, i can sleep at regular times. i only worked this out now, dumb old me.

the past month has been quiet, it was stressful for a while - but things have settled down. work is work is work, you do it and there are occasionally some funny anecdotes that i can't be bothered elaborating on. i started putting my old rage tapes on to dvd, but it's going to be a long term project, so it should be finished by the end of the month. i feel that we finally have control of the house and that's a great feeling. i also gotta buy some real tea cause i can't drink that bagged shite.

i'm only listening to classical music in the car at the moment, it's a lot more interesting than most of what i heard. reading murakami got me all fascinated about the classical composers, so it's all the archduke trio for me. but i wanna hear the new white stripes, has jack white still got it? yeah i'm sure it will rock my balls in a number of ways. the new ryan adams album will probably give me a giant boner in a platonic man awe sort of way. got to get over the rock star crushes.