"It doesn’t hurt me / Do you want to feel how it feels?"

I am a bad person.

I have a feeling my life would be better if I wasn't a news junkie. I sometimes have moments where I realise that it's time to stop - last November, I started drinking the morning after the election, wandering around Chapel Hill in a haze; today finding myself yelling at a press conference given by the head of FEMA, saying with a straight face that nobody anticipated that the hurricane would lead to the collapse of the levees. I'm not helping anybody by just venting anger at emotionless photons. So tomorrow I'm going to make sure I go outside and appreciate the day rather than raking over news reports.

An interesting week coming up - off to London again, for a concert and for a friend that I haven't seen for three years. When I last saw him, he was entering his fifth year (before the uni and him came to an understanding and he left) as what you would term a freshman. having started in 1997 alongside me. Now he's got a fancy job in London (so maybe Laura, I have someone to go GRR! too ;)), but then he was always brilliant; he just couldn't be arsed going into the campus…