Pink Jackets

A review of my current options:
a) Go to bed relatively early and have a decent night's sleep.
b) Finish watching the last three episodes of the current show that I am watching, which will take me to roughly 11:30.
c) Take a bath and start reading Fight Club.

I can't decide.

On a completely unrelated topic I started listening to what I thought was Matt's radio show at about 8:25 tonight. After hearing the first song I though, "Hmmm.. this isn't much like Matt at all." I continued to listen anyway, despite this thought. It turns out it really wasn't Matt at all. I listened for almost ten minutes when I realized that I wasn't even on the right station. I'm not stupid! The front of my clock radio fell off a couple of weeks ago, so I just sort of guess where the dial should be. Also, it was the wrong time slot. My bad, sorry Matteo.

Things I did/realized today:

1. Realization - My city is a very, very small place. You may chat someone up at a bar, and then they turn out to be the brother of your bank teller.
2. Did - Compulsively wrote out our itinerary for London in my Beatles notebook.
3. Realization - A watched pot never boils. Meaning, I have to stop counting down the minutes until I can leave my job forever.
4. Realization - I have to dog-sit for someone on the North end for the next week starting tomorrow. The North end sucks.
5. Did - Clean my house compulsively when I got home from work.
6. Realization - I have compulsive tendancies when it comes to neatness and note taking.

Things I read that Josh Ritter said:

"Those voices can be pretty confusing, but there is no doubt that if you follow your two a.m. voices you'll end up someplace fairly extraordinary."

"There was a lot of talk about true love and righteous indignation. I wanted to write about gunslingers and missile silos."