sorta drunk...

just to show how much i don't pay attention to the news (talkingpointsmemo.com and wonkette.com provide me with most of my shit...) i didn't know until today that richard pryor died. that truly and utterly sucks. and he was like, sixty-five... people should last longer than that. particularly great people. i just don't even know what to say, but that i tip my hat and shed my tears for a great.

i went to austin today to check out a possible habitation. i feel like i totally fucked it. i didn't say the right things. i clammed up. i felt so awkward... and now its over, and god knows if i get to live there. the guy was too nice to give me any hint as to if he thought i was house material or not... i have not a clue. i'm slightly drunk, and my back hurt horribly on the drive back to san antonio. i'm just tired. and i look forward to a night of drunken reading, drawing, and gameboy-playing. i have nothing else to say. goodnight.