Slightly deaf
Various things.
Franz Ferdinand: Despite the oddly poor sound system that made some of the band’s more frantic riffs sound awful and clipped, I thought the concert was really quite enjoyable. Hearing “Eleanor Put Your Boots Back On” live made everything — last week’s unpleasantries, this week’s homework overload, the prospect of upcoming real work and five-day work weeks and waking up at 6 in the morning — bearable, even if just for four minutes. Now if only I could shake off this high-pitched ringing in my ears.
Homework: Today was the last day of class, and I’m still not done with homework. There must be a Chicken comic I can derive from all this…
Apple Equipment Suicide Watch: Since the beginning of the year, my three-year-old PowerBook and iPod have been sending me unsubtle hints about throwing them away and buying their new and shinier incarnations. I’d previously lost my PB charger in a classroom a couple of weeks ago (bastard charger-stealing trainee teachers), and now my iPod makes clicking sounds with its hard drive and refuses to play anything. I’m going to put the latter in the freezer and see if it won’t behave, the little bastard.
Sleep debt: Mounting. Why am I writing?