mark the shark is my buddah

reading old posts just now reminds me of an earlier state of mind. a happier place.

a place i may have returned to this evening. thank you, karaoke. thank you, jess. thank you, long-haired dude.

i'm up way too late and work will be here way too early, but i had an enjoyable evening and i'm not sorry for any of it.

except maybe that peanut butter i just ate. sigh. i guess we all make mistakes.

nothing incredibly synchronous to report. i awoke from a dream this morning and remembered that it involved a dude (i might have loved him, i might not have. i'm always falling in love in dreams, it's awful) who worked for The Baltimore Sun. i told my boss this morning that if she receives a resume from someone from the baltimore area to hire him based on the fact that i dreamt of him (and i was making hyperlinks in my dream) and she said okay. then i remembered that i had been listening to <3 stephen malkmus' <3 latest album and there's a song about baltimore and that's probably why.

if stephen malkmus applies for my job i'll just kidnap him.