s^ internerds

7:00pm: The whole city's in a foul mood today. Coming off the heels of a beautiful weekend, it's a rainy, grumpy Monday. Work today was shit. Coming home I had to hang off the greasiest subway pole, and had one of those drivers who just loves to slam on the brakes and then randomly release them, so the whole car jerks. Do they do it on purpose? Some drivers are fucking amazing at managing a train. Like riding on air. Others seem to be placed on this earth to annoy New Yorkers. They have to know that it throws everybody off their balance.

Now that I'm home, I'm listening to Stereolab's Mars Audiac Quintet on vinyl because it's a fucking solid wall of sound, and really dronal (droning + tonal). It seems to fit today. I'll probably go to bed about 8 or 9 if I'm lucky, because last night was just not enough sleep. I'm sore all over from working in the yard on Sunday. I tilled that soil like it owed me money.