There is no spoon or knife or fork or, for that matter, any other dishware.

I hate doing the dishes. I'm so slow at them because I get bored and stare off into the night and wash the same pan over and over and over again. One thing that my parents cannot complain about is that the dishes are not clean enough.

I had a brilliant idea for organizing my music library. Compared to other people, I have very few songs (424) but I like mostly all of them. So anyway, I was having trouble making good playlists so I decided to organize it through colors. I don't know if anybody else sees colors when they're listening to music, but I do. For example, Tool and 3 Doors Down are black, while Counting Crows and Jeff Black are brown, and Sarah McLachlan is blue. I have a whole spectrum of colors and it works brilliantly. And the recently imported smart playlist is called "vibrant" while the infrequently played song playlist is called "faded". I'm so proud of myself.

Tool is such an excellent band. Fits my mood perfectly.

I also got a haircut. I don't like it at all. It's too short. Blah.

I also posted a picture thing. That is me in the background, highly posterized. And if you haven't read 1984 (which you should, immediately) that quote is from the government. Thought it was appropriate.

Happy Thursday, everybody.