harry lee is dead. for some reason that fact seems to have greater cosmic significance than it ought. i just pre-ordered my digital download of the new radiohead album, in rainbows, for the entirely arbitrary price of £2.50, just to say i did - though i have no idea who i'd say such a thing to that would care, honestly. Spent the weekend working on a rollerderby rules test, which, at merciful fucking last, is now finished. Work is in a lull at the moment - painfully slow. The IT guys randomly gave me a new flat-screen monitor for my mac today, which i suppose may qualify as the best thing to happen to me in weeks. Saw Mono and High on Fire on Saturday at One Eyed Jack's, an odd pairing but both intense shows and really welcome in the void of music NOLA has been this year.

life is all in tints and shades of a dark blue-gray lately; can't take thinking alone or quiet or still - on a constant search for distracting stimuli - people, books, music. sleeping less, and less well, than usual. generally feel like hell.

nothing else i feel like discussing, you can go away now.