i dont think ive ever wanted to do nothing as much as i did this weekend. it was just a combination of being pooped and under the weather, and the coincidentally crappy weather that contributed to being pooped. the only time i ever left my apartment was for tiens soktoberfest ’05 saturday nite…word. socks + beer + bratwurst = something probably ungodly…but in this case just a party and good beer. it was still shitty out that night, and the G train was being particularly uncooperative, but i hadnt seen tien in a while and shannan since she moved back to nyc. i spent the rest of the weekend essentially in the same position either on my stool in front of the computer, or on my bed dual-wielding two remotes. word.
