Random notes from a Monday

I tried to kill a little time today, but time is apparently a resilient little biyatch.

• Went to the Princeton Record Exchange, specifically to find a used copy of the "Lost in Translation" soundtrack. I hear you saying, "But Michael, you work at a store that sells a whole bunch of music which gets you a great discount." Good point, but it's fun poking around at the used record shop, and I get to pretend to be an ubercool kid for a bit. Plus, if it's raining on 930 on a tuesday, I'm almost living out "Brian Wilson" by Barenaked Ladies.
  While there, looking through the bargain stuff, I noticed at least 3 instances of bands using a time as an album name. How clever.
  
• It's raining again. Holy crap, will it stop already?
  
• I don't think there's a lonelier or more depressing place than a 24-hr supermarket at 3 am. It's so quiet, you can hear the fluorescent lights hum. And the people that are shopping are half awake, and you can only imagine how much the employees want to be there at that time. Overall, I imagine that this is what it's like to be in a coma: all the lights are on and the music's playing, but there's no one home.
  
• I don't really enjoy beer, but if you drink it really fast, you can't really taste it. Knowing this will make it considerable less expensive when I go to bars the next time around. Those white russians and rum and cokes at 8 bucks a pop add up after a while. Plus, I won't want to be mixing different types of alcohol, for fear of getting sick.
  
• I heard that Wes Borland has returned to the Limp Bizkit fold. I am so excited, I can almost feel my hair grow. I am shivering with antic-
  
• ipation.
  

So, that's it for now. I'm tired, and I have to conjure up a new illusion built upon a different fortune cookie fortune.