Jesus helps me trick people.

Laura stayed on my couch after WNUR last night, and was already gone for Mad City by the time I woke up this morning.

After pissing half the day away looking up stuff for my Vegas trip next weekend and looking into records I've wanted to get, and then indulging in some music piracy, I headed off to school.

I discovered another 15-20 research articles I'd filed to be read, so I read some of those, and put some into the circular file. I shot the shit with Chris and Ryan too, and ate a dinner that was probably twice as big as it should have been.

This weekend was pretty good, especially considering the inauspicious start Friday night. It was the first time in a month that I've gotten around to blacking my nails, and it was kinda depressing to take it off tonight. I got to dress pretty light this weekend too, thanks to the Indian summer we've been having here in Chi. The bike jersey I wore yesterday was pretty comfortable and looks odd enough that I'm tempted to get more, but I bet they cost a pretty penny. Today I broke out the camo shorts again, plus a baby-blue T-shirt stating "Jesus helps me trick people." - perfect Sunday apparel.

The new record from The Draft is pretty good, but not great. It's like the continuation of Hot Water Music's decline.

No patients tomorrow, just a ton of boring lecture.