yet again: he's gone all weekend, and the air in here is fine. he gets home this morning, and i'm coughing and wheezing within an hour.

he's obviously smoking upstairs - or somebody is, anyways. and, no, i can't knock down his door and take a picture.

but, what a fucking coward though. somebody tell the piece of shit to man up and be honest. he comes in and hides behind his curtains and pretends he's not smoking, because he's too chicken shit to deal with the consequences of it. what a loser.

i have nothing planned this week, and am probably staying in next week, too. there's actually a good chance i'll be in until the 21st. man man + luke vibert is pretty certain. before then, less so.

that means i won't be smoking this week, again. or next week, probably. and that means i don't want to smoke other people's second or third hand smoke, either.

i am, in fact, very predictable - i never smoke once i get home. and, three weeks between shows is more normal than what i did this summer, too. i needed it, but it's over.

there's an off chance i could hit the jazz fest this afternoon, but i think i'll probably want to focus more on grocery shopping. right now, i'm planning out the month and want to work it through pretty quickly. i obviously want to get back to rebuilding october so i can publish it. but, i'm also going to need to make some calls on tuesday.