great weekend. i did nothing productive and loved it. thank god february is over. the month is brutal and possibly actually evil. it was deliberately kept short to contain that evil. i mean we wake up 2/1/03 and the fucking space shuttle has exploded. welcome to february. yeah it was my birthday and a bunch of other peoples' but in my estimation that just establishes the goodness of the month of may, when our parents were fucking, and says nothing about february. everyone i know or read everyday was at some point this month in a deep funk and bad things were happening left and right. i think last week was possibly the longest week of my life, and the worst part that there was no good reason for it.
here's a review of the scene creamers record that i wrote.