TGI . . . well, S now

[jlh]

Don't you hate those weeks where you work SO MUCH? It's lonely and tiring, man.

However, my buddy D was in town this week and we had dinner last night at this great little place in the E Village called Miss Williamsburg which I highly recommend. And then he gave me the CD's I had chosen from his gratis closet, which were too much to get into my bag but which he nicely carried on the plane with him. It's so wonderful, to be around people and just feel so loved, isn't it? Anyway, this was my haul:

The Essential Adam Ant
Alice in Chains | Greatest Hits
The Essential Fred Astaire
Cake | Comfort Eagle
The Essential Neil Diamond
Dixie Chicks | Fly
Heart | Little Queen
The Best of Billie Holliday
Incubus | Morning View
Incubus | A Crow Left of the Murder
The Best of Kansas
Kenna | New Sacred Cow
The Essential Cyndi Lauper
John Mayer | Heavier Things
Nellie McKay | Get Away from Me
George Michael | Faith
Modest Mouse | The Moon and Anarctica
Northern State | All City
Oasis | Definitely Maybe
Romeo Void | Warm, In Your Coat
Sade | Stronger than Pride
Jill Scott | Beautifully Human
The Essential Sly & the Family Stone
System of a Down | Toxicity
'Til Tuesday | Coming Up Close: A Retrospective
Travis | 12 Memories
Paul Weller | Days of Speed
Wham! | Make It Big
The Best of Bill Withers
Pete Yorn | Day I Forgot
Orange County Soundtrack

I talked to weatherby last night while she was drunk, and then I had this dream that I was friends with Michael Ian Black and he was telling me how concerned he was about my weight and that I really should get slimmer. Which, I mean, I want to get slimmer and am back on the good food wagon, but I have no idea why I had this dream. I think it had to do with other changes I have to make. Which, you know, I'm making. I also have this weird tendency to, when I dream of my friends, have celebrities "playing" them in my dreams. Michael J. Fox played C in my dreams for years. But I'm not sure that MIB = Rach, at least, not yet.