Same old, same old. I’m smoking more and drinking more coffee as things have ramped up a bit with the job(s). But when I say “smoking more,” I mean “sometimes more than once a day.” I’m still in no danger of going through more than two packs of cloves a month, which I think is pretty reasonable. What I really need to do is get more sleep (see yesterday), but at this point I’d have to go to bed before I finish dinner in order to get a full night in, so I guess I’m back to saving it up for weekends. I know I can’t do it forever, but things will settle down eventually.

Chris and I have been sadly neglecting our Netflix account. The decline in our rental frequency pretty much coincides with our purchase of Warcraft, but now that I don’t even have time for Warcraft, who knows what will happen to my movie habits. Lately I’ve been in the mood to watch American Psycho again. This probably has something to do with working in the financial district, but my coworkers can rest easy: I have no interest in dismembering and/or eating them.

Last week I overdid it with the NIN, I think. I’ve gone on a Skinny Puppy binge instead this week. I don’t ever get tired of Skinny Puppy, really.