Saturday, 04 May 2002 | Permanent blanket

I'm not sick, but this weekend I've been rather reclusive, walking around the house wrapped in a permanent blanket, sleeping, turning vinyl into digital, watching movies, doing some work on my computer, and eating soup. I think I only left the house once, and that was to buy blank CDs and toothpaste. It's just as well, since there's water coming out of the sky and my car is surrounded by a moat of mud puddles.

When I returned from my lone outing, I happened to notice that the downstairs (bass-playing) neighbors have moved out, as have the neighbors next door, the ones who chronically park perpendicular to my driveway, blocking me in and encouraging this kind of reclusive behavior. Now I have no excuse.