after four hours of sleep, i think i'm qualified to say it…i'm tired. very very tired. i'm as tired as a youth hockey league coach after a couple of beers and a long morning of "slappin' the puck around". if you know what i mean.

i did absolutely nothing yesterday. in the spirit of doing nothing, i opted not to update. a sincere apology for you saturday readers…all three of you. i figured you deserved more than "i am playing final fantasy ix and enjoying the hell out of it. oh yes…i ate some kfc earlier." i think you can appreciate my restraint.

i did very little browsing yesterday. i pretty much spent the day camped out in front of the tv. this was actually mildly entertaining, mostly due to the fact that i haven't done it in a long time. paul finally rolled over to the house later in the evening. he got fairly wasted when we were out bowling and drinking saturday night, and he wasn't feeling too well yesterday. but after taking a couple of naps, he was ready to face the world. his idea of facing he world, of course, was picking up some arby's and doing a bunch of nothing with us. always a good time, right?

i guess i really can't post a top eight cds of the week…i've only been listening to the ones i bought while in chicago. so in the spirit of fairness…i'll post…

the cds i bought in chicago:
superchunk – here's where the strings come in
turing machine – new machine for living
hoover – lurid traversal of route 7
fugazi – in on the kill taker (a repurchase…i have it on vinyl)

and that's about all she wrote for now. it's a little too early in the day for anything interesting to have happened.