I'm so greasy. I haven't washed my hair since I dyed it Wednesday or Thursday and that super moisturizing conditioner they give you with that stuff made it so my hair was greasy the next day. I didn't spend enough time at home yesterday to clean myself. Today, Meghan called looking for money I owed her, so I decided I'd go out in the heat and sweat a bit before going home and cleaning myself. It's so rewarding to clean something so filthy.

I dreamt about Daniel Johnston last night. I did end up watching the movie when I got home (to a friend's place) from the jam spot. I also dreamt about going crazier and ending up like him.

"There’s certainly a devil, and he knows my name."

A bunch of people have been saying "see you Saturday" to me. Thing is, I've been spending a couple of days thinking how good it is that the Attic has a band room. Most of these people are people I would like to see, it's just, well, I like hiding out in band rooms. I like having the choice to go out in the public area (or, only having to venture out to pee). But, it's sunny out, and I might feel social. We'll see how I feel tonight. That's the good thing about having the choice.