Today was a very regimented day of work on the dissertation, which probably explains why nothing of note happened.

I’m reading this neat book called Fear of Flying by Erica Jong - it’s from the seventies and it’s about some neurotic woman going to Vienna on a plane full of psychiatrists and ranting on about her sex life and how neurotic she is. I think it’s feminism.

Dave delivered the ‘Rocky Blues’ CD with our song on it, but I’ve decided our song is extremely bad, and the CD is full of the blues so the outlook is not positive. This is what happens when you write +++ Valium Monotono-rock Darkness and then record an acoustic version. What a crock.

Anyway, I’ll come back tomorrow night with something interesting to say. Maybe an interesting bit of bathroom graffitti, or something about how my bus ticket was illegible to the little ticket cheking machine.