Editor's note: you'll be happy to know that I wrote this last night, circa 11:45, and held it in publishing limbo in honor of the imprisioned iranian bloggers mentioned below. Now, hoever, I intend fully to either go to the Y, the library, lunch at a restaurant on campus, a book store, or some combination thereof. Freedom!

For three days, I haven't left my room much during the day. No reason for it, I just haven't been taking Dan to class, I haven't felt up for going to the Y, and I did all my grocery shopping Sunday night. Being trapped in my room has done a lot of strange things to my psyche. It’s a lot of introspection, a lot of continually “backing up” DVDs, and a lot of subtle realizations: the more I leave my guitar in other rooms, the more I try to sing along with myself while playing bass. I only seem to write reviews of EPs and things these days. And, also, I definitely have a strange, but very prevalent, “thing” for food network chef Rachael Ray. She’s not even “my type” as far as I know, and yet…here I am, watching my second episode of $40 a day in a row, even though my dad and I have agreed that the show is pretty much a charade.

You know, I don’t think I like quiche at all, even though I like its constituent ingredients. I guess I’d just prefer you scramble the eggs with the crap in them, and just leave the pie crust out of the whole deal. Plus, who the hell eats gruyere cheese in scrambled eggs?*

And about me only being able to review EPs: There’s a lot of stuff I’d really like to review, but again I’l probably get around to hittin’ up that new Iron and Wine EP first. EPs are so much easier, man. Plus, I’m writing a very, very long review for In the Aeroplane Over the Sea that I’m going to foolishly, foolishly try to get published as a sort of novella. Because, hey, if I can’t start a career writing now, when can I do it, then? Other reviews I’d like to write in the next couple weeks include Josh Rouse, M. Ward, this lady named Julie Doiron and Bright Eyes, though I keep blowing my damned horn about Bright Eyes and never writing anything permanent or, for that matter, good.

But I thought I’d tell you all that I’m alive, and I’m writing a lot of music and I’m renting the films of Jim Jarmusch at an astounding rate, even though I’ve currently only seen two of them, and only one of those was very good. It’s a good life. And, with that, I’m going to make a phone call and then I’m likely to throw on an episode of Alias. Good night, Moon.

*I know I’m not much for footnotes, being the antifosterwallace and all, but I needed to point out that I spelled “gruyere” right on the first time, and was very proud of myself when spellcheck didn’t underline it.)