It won’t cool down tonight; these fans of mine are all that’s saving me. I’m bored. I know that I get cranky when I don’t write. And I know that being cranky makes me less apt to write. And so on.

The Jim White concert is Sunday night at Schuba’s. I’m so pumped up! I hope that the cute bassist who played with him on Letterman a few weeks ago is still with him. This week is too damn booked up already, though. I hate looking ahead and not seeing infinite free time. Why can’t I just be in a nice, climate-controlled room alone for about three days? Then I could get myself together. Instead I’m just prone to whine.

Listening to the recent Geggy Tah album, “Into the Oh.” It’s great! Catchier than “Sacred Cow.” What a weird Laurie Anderson cameo appearance on the song “Aliens Somewhere”! Maybe I just have too much new music on my CD rack to digest right now. Too much is never enough.

Grr, why do I hafta go to work tomorrow?