It isn't yet, of course. But after having e-mailed back several people about the room, it feels later. All, of course, are temporary summer people, which is mildly disappointing, if only because it means I'll be going through all this again in a few months. On the positive side, several applicants look cool and hopefully I'll manage to get someone interesting to join the 'werkz for the summer.

I managed to throw in a few more records into Chiaotzu, bringing the total to about half of my collection. Of course, this excludes the numerous bits of Brad's collection that I desperately need to get ahold of. This involves either a lengthy trip to the familial estate, or some computer shenanigans. Either way isn't very accessible to me right now, but my meager work so far has already yielded a good playlist of late night tunes that fit a minor chord mood.

Not that I'm in one, of course. In fact, I feel particularly good, like noon on a blue sky day. All I need is some late night e-mailing or writing of any sort to keep up the flow. Oh, I threw up another review while I was at it, and I think I might cough up a couple more before the evening is through. Damn. My music player even segues smoothly between songs, a frosty cold disc jockey with purpose. Time to do some more slacking before I punch out some more words.