something's wrong with me. i haven't had an ice-cream and wine session in front of the tv in weeks. that was my little ritual for forgetting all the shit that the night brings and sedating myself to sleep. i usually made it to dreamland by the time m*a*s*h started up. i had a few mischevious astral adventures with klinger, radar, and houlahan. g-rated. klinger is the shit. tr�s chic. klinger looks cooler in fluffy hats than most ladys that i know.

random flashback quote -- jesse: she's totally messed up she's no lady anymore. just get over it and forget about her. (and i'm thinking, you fucked her, didn't you? this, over hot chocolate w/ marshmallows and cheese-fries at ihop.)

this radio station is playing electronica versions of lucinda williams songs. this is making me happy, tonight.

i wasn't really paying any attention today.