GETTING BY

I find I sing to myself a lot. This must annoy my house mates, because additionally, I rarely close my door.

I think Gamblor is dying. He keeps falling off the ceiling of his enclosure, leaving his crickets half eaten, and tapping out morse code for “KILLMEKILLMEKILLME” on the plastic. I feel bad about buying him crickets because they inevitably eat each other or die of starvation before he’s ready for them.

Brad and Leslie were in the Bay Area for a wedding this weekend (not their own). We ate food, went to pretentious wineries, spoke of tennis, food, and transparent dishwashers. They seem well.

I am listening to Pedro the Lion. I have also been listening to Seu Jorge’s David Bowie covers from The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, and the Master & Commander soundtrack.

I spent a lot of money on coffee-making equipment, in the hopes of cutting down on my coffee shop expenditures. Of course, half of what I like about coffee is the shop I drink it in. Now I can caffeinate myself in the vaunted silence of my apartment. Maybe I should get a cup-holder for my bike.

I decided against paying for World of Warcraft after my 10-day trial was up. It was fun, but the prospect of playing for so long only to level up my character just didn’t appeal to me. One time, another player I had grouped with actually said, “Isn’t it great to be a Hunter? I can’t wait to get to level 10 so I can get a pet.” Since the prospect of reaching level 10 didn’t keep me up at night (like say, certain ships in Escape Velocity or plot twists in FFVII), I figure WoW probably isn’t for me. Maybe I’ll get a console.

And that is the sum total of my life: privilege, frivolity, and despair. Huzzah!