Hey Ben, I just watched Fight Club last night.

I think I'm starting to feel what it must feel like to not care so much. I'm not quite there, but I can feel its inklings. Shouldn't jump the gun. Ben could be right about seasonal affective disorder. I've decided to blog more like him from time to time

So night two of the to-do lists is upon us. Each night will include five or six things I want to get done. Not much on tonight's list. Getting up early. Scored some overtime this week.

I am a working stiff. This new Cex tape is barely allowing me to think right now. At least Side A. I love tapes because they have almost nothing to do with my computer. Side B might allow for all sorts of independent thoughts.

And that seems to be where it could be leading us. I need to call Cole and find out what happened with the Daughters of the Sun mini tour. Then there'll be label business to be talked. We really gotta start sending these tapes out for review. Myspace doesn't sell too many. Because I mean, why would anyone take our words for it? Gotta have them reviews, son.

I enjoy the fact that they'll die eventually. Tapes. They have a lifespan. Just like us. Digital is the false fountain of youth. Crisp and new forever, no respite ever from the harsh ears of reality. But not with tapes. You listen to them die. And it's great. Think about what those tapes sounded like to you after you heard them a million times? They still sounded just as good as they were to you. Remember all those tapes you listened to on the bus when you were in middle school? I bet you fuckin' don't. Not really. You only have that idea. Which is always so much better than the real thing. Tapes are just an idea.

Side B is about to give me a fucking heart attack.

I may go back to Iowa this weekend.