Amsterdam, London, parents visiting, threesome with Sienna Miller and Kristen Stewert... gotdamn, this has been the most tiring two weeks of my life. all worth the loss of any sleep, but it's easy, for me at least, to turn a bit dickish after 15 or so mornings trying keep last nights festivities down with an empty tank. writing this at 20 to 12 tells me I shouldn't bitch right now though.

three weeks till Young Joseph arrives. maybe I should try and form some better sleeping habits till then as when he gets here we'll be teaching rigorous classes in non-pussiness to my roommates and everyone else in continental Europe. eh fuck it, I'll rest when I'm dead. or a few firecrackers deep.

this is just the universal language. if you G-O that is.

melodramatics aside, up until two minutes ago I had thought I lost my external hard drive to the vast graveyard of electronics past. 30,000 fucking songs. not to mention a DVD rip of Ghoulies II. popped that bitch into my roommates PC and viola! as beautiful as it is here, had that been gone for good, I would have had to go all Irreversible on somebody's ass. Lucy will be here tomorrow. I'm feelin' 33 right now!

the visa gods have smiled upon me this day. the last two have been the best (hottest) of this drenched summer and coincided drunkenly perfect with back-to-back "going away" parties. all is right when the seemingly endless amount of 30 racks depletes and there are ten bottles of wine left for ponging.

a fine send off indeed, even though I had to wake up at 6 (but did at 7:30) for my appointment at the consulate. I owe my brahski Joseph something very special, maybe from Amsterdam, for the wake-up call. you like brunettes?

Broken ankle has basically left me immobile, leg up, and sloth-like for the last nine days, but that ends this evening. 34 days to get myself back into shape, put English on the back burner, and appease the French visa gods.

Broken ankle. Chipped foot. I have no excuse now. Also, thank you Jack, as if the first two albums weren't going to be perfect enough. This is streetPod and I'm in love.

Just in case I need a little reminder of Connecticut.

This Campus France thing could be the death of me. A lime (or six) helped bring in summer a little more.

To firecracker or not to firecracker. It's going to be a long flight.

My motivation problem is losing momentum. There's a lot to accomplish over the next 60 days and I've always figured my procrastination to be a product of carrying out necessary evils. This is so far from evil and the time is nigh. Now I just have to try and remember "vodka + Snapple = safer".

Making perfect sense:
Keren Ann - Deux