augh. a dullard's life is the life of this entry.

i've been feeling uncharacteristically antisocial lately. the self-rationalization is that i'm unpacking, but really it just manifests itself as lying around and reading depressing comics (Jimmy Corrigan) and napping intermittently. not sure what the deal is, but getting sick from going to mad mex monday night and having an unhappy digestive tract all week hasn't helped. the furthest i've been out of the house so far today has been a short trip to the art store in sliberty, on which i got drenched in the five-minute rainshower which lasted exactly for the duration of the five-minute bike ride home. now i am at the wean cluster livin it up because we have no internet at home. Saroj has left town for the week. i'm actually here at wean to print out stuff for screen printing, having finally acquired the last necessary ingredients at the art store today. this sliberty art store is probably the best one in pittsburgh, so i highly recommend it if you need things along those lines. it is somewhere in the vicinity of highland and penn circle, and Sara S works there, which is also cool because she got me a free piece of plexiglass. i guess i am trying to force myself out of this mental slump by volunteering to go help with indymedia shiznit but i'm still not feelin it. anyway.

*whine whine whine*

do you know who has a grey step-through Schwinn, with a handlebar bell that says "I {heart} my bike"? I swear I've seen it somewhere before... and it is parked next to mine outside wean right now.