delga | { my worn-out shoes. }

Ask me more five things, guys! I have time on the bus to ~muse about such things. (Haha, belantana, I got your string of comments at work yesterday and then started giggling. My co-worker thought I'd lost it.)

Femgen! Written before deadline, posted four minutes after! But I think it counts because it was still deadline day somewhere in the world. I hit enter and thought, well, that was exhausting.

I am half through this week's Mad Men, and am tres, tres excited about Weeds. Tonight The Deep is on, which I may actually plonk myself in front of the television for. The end of the week is tentatively reserved for Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky. Excellent!

This weekend we are apparently being invaded by two aunts and an uncle. Oh, family. There are shenanigans afoot, and not the good kind, either. But that is not a post for now.

Ugh, it is so early! BFF said that 7am was early the other day, and-- no. No, it isn't. 7am has never been early for a weekday. School kids get up before 7am. 7am is a good time to get up. And not early.

Lastly: David Gray's new album, Foundling is out. I have listened to 2.5 tracks, and then had to stop. It's not bad, it's just not like Draw the Line, and I'm having a hard time translating it aurally. I want the tempo to up and it hasn't yet. And then I got distracted. Will try again later in the week.