fruitastic

i just woke up from another evening nap feeling groggy. my head's in this haze. i'm trying to read but i lose my concentration after a few sentences. a person at my work was found dead in his apartment last week and i'm trying to figure out if i want to attend a memorial service on thursday. i was pretty friendly with the guy but i hardly knew him. my grandma is sick. i wonder if i'll get to see her by thanksgiving. it's getting colder and greyer in berkeley. the work doesn't seem to end. one midterm this week, a paper due the next. on and on. sometimes my pictures of hot women with fruit can't cheer me up. (goes back to sleep)

update: still awake. for some reason, i have a subscription to blender and the magazine really sucks. i just saw a huge closeup of that freaky michael jackson picture. like the one yang has for his buddy icon. there was a picture of moby...naked...wearing only a sock ala red hot chili peppers. there was an entire article on the world's worst band, the donnas and they gave their new album a good review. wtf.