I don't believe in heaven or hell.

Today I wasn't planning on spending money, but Tricky released a new album a couple weeks ago. I can't believe I didn't know this happened. I'm pleased as punch. And horny. I can't help myself -- it's Tricky! I haven't listened to it enough to write a proper review or assessment, though I'm rather enjoying this cover of "Dear God". And what happened to his previous vocalist Martine? Now he's using this more breathy vocalist Costanza, who grabbed my attention on Blowback and is growing on me, but I'm just curious to know what fate awaited the previous beauty.

Today I'm wearing gay jeans and gay shoes but a not-so-gay t-shirt. I guess I want to keep people guessing.

Today is 99-cent rentals at my local video store and I'm considering finally seeing the movie Drumline.

Today I will do lots of laundry and have not only clean clothes but also clean sheets and towels should you decide to come over to my house.

Today I will complete several work tasks even though I would prefer to write on the new story I started last night.

But first, I will eat lunch. I really want to go out but I should microwave the food I brought instead.

What part of "It's the Essential Todd Rundgren" don't you understand?!

I really need to take lunch hours. As in, take an hour where I leave the office completely and don't eat food in my cubicle, even if I'm doing non-work on the computer or non-work conversations on the phone (although today I spent part of my lunch on the phone with Cocolola discussion work, just not day-job work, which I don't mind since Carmen Miranda is always more exciting then making archive labels).

It's three o'clock and I'm completely loopy. I've sent out dozens of e-mails and not even just to the same person. I've listened obsessively to some songs on my iPod. I've contemplated going back to Crow's Nest to buy several best-of albums on sale that I think I need but know I don't. I've stopped consuming coffee.

I've lost all perspective. Time seems to be bending backwards, not just that it's going slowly or quickly but that it stands still, then rushes, then slows, then jumps around. Like Quantum Leap with the string of time that he drops into his palm to show how the line touches each other in places. (Yeah, I'm a geek.)

Strangely enough, I'm looking forward to going to a laundromat tonight and watching my clothes spin around in huge metal entertainment boxes while I fight crotchety women for a cart. Or maybe I'm just looking forward to the results.

Have you ever accidentally sounded like you were lying? Like, someone asks you a question and you're partly distracted so your brain hesitates and your throat makes funny noises while you talk and you realize it sounds like a lame attempt to deceive the person you're talking to when in reality you're just not paying close attention? That's happened to me twice today.

We're all oppressed. Though some more than others.

Often my brain speaks to me in quotations -- lines from movies, songs, books, poems. Today I got struck by this strange moment of irrational paralysis and what popped up was "Damaged people are dangerous", which is from the Josephine Hart novel Damage and probably the line made it into the movie of the same name.

Today I looked up the full quote: "Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive."

It takes on a whole different meaning in my psyche now.